Broken and shattered
My heart surely is tattered
The stabs and jabs
Darts continually thrown
They have stripped me down to the bone
It should be defective
But it still beats
Well thats subjective
Maybe it is ineffective
But I'm still alive
After each and every jiving effort to break me
I'm proud of its lasting rhythm
It didn't give in when the world made it it's victim
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