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The Beat of the Residence in your Heart

Thought I was okay until I was dying slowly and surely, it stopped beating.
The beat I dance to escaping my clouds of darkness.
The beat who thumps my mask hiding from loneliness.
 The beat so lost, its voice shattered from the fears in acceptance for vulnerability.
The beat that blocked the flow of my veins.
The beat that desperately needs more pump, pressuring my rib cage in order to survive.
The beat so selfless, it’s your own bandaid kit!
The beat of the siren resonating across the harbor of your five senses.
The beat so abnormal, it’s surging you to dance above your scars.
The HEART RATE is denoting your attention
Alerting you that the beat you’re listening to, is significantly at a higher risk of being addicted and finally overdose on LOVING YOURSELF.

"I'm becoming and I'm being."
Written by Dancingwords (Timothy John Yabut)
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