I hold my heart in my hands.
it beats strongly.
contracting strongly when in fear.
beating openly and freely when happy.
it makes me cry,
when i strangle myself
within the griphold of fear.
grasping for air,
hoping for a way
the break the walls of my chest.
to let my heart and soul fly away,
soar up in the open, free.
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