as my heart shines like a star that gleams,
The brain is the center destination,
as the veins are the map to my salvation,
The veins are the broken turns of the past,
showing all the bumps in the roads that last,
it showed how many times I had to turn around,
listening to the heart beat sound,
it marks all the places I've stoped,
and the baggage I've dropped ,
it shows all the pain I've endured,
and all the moments that were so pure,
it marks the events of the past,
the plans of the future that may not last,
the change of older me,
the proof of what you can see,.
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