Thu, 08/29/2013 - 01:45 -- Sammy12


Its rising.Ready to pump.It's happy.Ready to love again!It's skipping.Ready to jump!But danger is where it might land.Self control, control!!!But the grip increases when your finger tickles it...STOP!!!!!Its been broken!Its Been hurt!!Its Fragile!Its not ready.It's falling into an unknown DANGER once again!It Can't Rise!The pump is beating to Fast!Love again?WHAT IS LOVE???Skipping?It needs to STOP and start doing her job again...Her job...which is to pump blood through the body, without skipping into a boy's hand.No more pain, no more broken pieces, no more losing control.If I could just Lock my Heart away, from the World...  

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