The heart is set on fire.
Blood burning with fear.
Blood vessels unable to withstand the heat.
Body bathing in sweat.

Favourite foods no longer taste nice.
The earth seems to rotate in a manner of clockwise.
Happiness known now is happiness gone.
Lost, now, are the moments of fun.

Conducive place becomes only the lawn,
Where possibility becomes sitting alone.
Allowing atmosphere to digest the tears,
Letting loose all the fears.

When you feel like losing what's dearest to you,
You see yourself in a manner that's worst to you.
Looking for a solace is essential.
But having it is indeed special.
When love betrays you, ordeal besieges you.
But the fact is whether you'll still be you.

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