not now

because it always turns to love, it always becomes about pushing through that weariness in my heart.

my little, beaten heart, it will never give up.

when the breath has gone, when my arms are so tired from fighting, when my eyes are sore and my muscles limp from chasing, from longing, from wanting.

my big, bleeding heart, still it will never give up.

so make me wonder, make me question, make me wrestle with my head.

until the day i die.

my enormous, beating heart, will never, never give up.

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