My heart it died,

i heard its last sigh,

but i have to carry on,

for family, friends but they long,

to see emotion from me!

But it will never happen you see,

without a heart you don't feel,

and this heart will never heal,

so for them there is no hope,

and so must learn to cope,

with my depression,

and emotion recession,

the old me is gone and the new me,

well in time we will see.

The End

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