Mess

My heart is a total mess! It wanders around recklessly, not wanting to be tamed. It drinks and drives around city owned by heartless hearts, bumps into one mischievous bad black heart. You know the rest… it falls 5.5 feet under the ground. Why 5.5 feet you ask? If you must know, better would be if it fell half more feet down; my heart would rest in peace then. But No! it dint, it got stuck at 5.5, suffocating, wanting to breathe love-filled-air and live!

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