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 I wish it would stop prickling, this old heart of mine
I'm quite sick of the sensation
This unwanted sensation
And it bothers me that I have no way of expressing myself
At least not without using old worn-out clichés
Like the of the broken heart
I wish I could use other images and words
One's which have not been watered-down with time
But I guess I'm just like the rest of them
A heartbroken teenager.