The Heart Without a Key

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~Parker Riordan

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I often struggle to comprehend sadness.

Like an animal in a frenzy, full of madness--

seeing a man miserably die--

but to me just another day passes by.

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How can I be upset if I don't know,

don't know where overwhelming emotions should go?

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It's not on my face and it's not on my smile.

Instead it just drowns me

like a flood stretching for miles.

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My sympathy is locked like a dungeon 

I can't flee, because my heart is

the heart without a key.  

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