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The Battleground
My heart is a battleground
Enclosed by the pericardium
Involuntarily, it shuns the foe
The left and right atriums at war
Facing no other option
But to endure this wrecked situation
This is just a systematic circulation
Overflowed by blood, both forces debate
Rage, anger, fury, and humiliation
This warfare must come to an end
Both parties give in their ammunition
But wait, it's a little too late
Destiny has already determined this heart's fate
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