All I have is an empty space,
filled with blood and yet no trace.
I start with life and end with life,
why is it that life stabs me with a rusty knife.
The pain I take and the joy I give
And is this what I achieve
Not a single moment I left life alone
then why is it, life is gone??
Someday when the life will depart,
I will still be an EMPTY HEART...
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