We have one
Red and blood
Thumping always
It is broken but it is not made by glass.
It is precious and small.
Someone wants it but I can't give it .
I can't fall in love , that can hurt .
My brain doesn't listens to it .
They always have debates .
We are in all one .
I am living for it .
One day I will have my last breath
and leave it forever .
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