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Ataque al Corazón

Have you ever experienced a heart attack before?
Well I guess not because you’re still alive to read this.
Well there are different types of heart attacks that’s what a poet who dreams about nothing but true love would tell you
And there is just one heart attack that is what the doctor would tell you
The poet believes the heart attack you suffer vary,
While the one of science leads to death
The one of poet believes the various heart attacks we suffer poetically are meant to make us better people
So let me ask, do you think you’re a better person?
From all your emotional break downs and lessons learnt in life do you think you’re live to fulfil a reason
I mean we all think we are better people
That’s like the greatest lie we tell ourselves
We have a weakness and that’s our emotions
The more we continue to let it be prone to breakdowns and heart aches the more we get emotionally active or emotionally dead depending on what your experiences in life may be
There are a lot of inspiring stories while there are a lot of discouraging ones
Why don’t you let your story inspire the next generation instead of discourage them
We were made to live
We were made to love
We were made to understand that there is more to this world than the lives we live or expect ourselves to live
Why don’t we all just wake up one morning and determine we want to leave the right legacy behind
Instead its just a thought that we preach about but let die in our minds
So how great do you think you can be?
Greater than the eyes can further see?
Greater than the birds can fly?
Greater than the joy of telling your first lie?
How we end up depends on our emotions
Id rather be emotionally active and vibrant living my life and sharing my experiences and impacting lives than be emotionally dead living in a wilderness of fears and doubts of what I would have been like if I allowed myself to feel, love and care again.

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