HEART, I hope you're alright

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I keep denying that I dont want to taste it again,
Pretend like I give zero care about it,
They come and go,
Carrying something called heart,
Lend me their pieces of heart,
I taste them one by one in a period of time,
The first heart was sour, 
The second heart was bitter, 
Til I taste the third one....
It was sweet...
But sweet doesnt mean it's healthy right?

Til I felt myself poisoned.
It was tricky.
Seems like it wasn't intended for me,
It was just a test.
The person who carried the third heart which taste sweet but poisonous LEFT IRRESPONSIBILITY.
HANG ME there to die.
I'm dying,

You know how it feels of dying?
I cant speak, I cant move, I only can see and hear. 
The only thing that's still alive in me is my heart.
I'm dying, but I invoke,
"Allah, 
If I should suffer from a broken hearted many times, 
I accept it sincerely. 
But I'm asking for healing, over and over again...

So that I still can taste more hearts, til i found one which fits to mine. Aamiin."

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