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Every time my heart stops I feel more alive.

I know I should turn back but I can’t find my steps

so the world etches these scenes into my pages

I will keep turning

from a time bomb to a constant,

I will keep turning

from a whisper to a heart attack.

Every time my heart breaks I keep on living.

If this heart is a desert all I need is water,

pick up the pieces and it runs from my fingers

I will keep turning

from barren to beautiful,

I will keep turning

from empty to bursting.

I would ask who do you think I am

but I don’t need to see you weak

to be strong.

So I will keep loving heart attacks,

sometimes I love too much to do it well.