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The heart is the heaviest of all the organs. It carries your burdens, your worries, your sorrows. When you speak from it, this weight is packed into every word, yet none of it is lifted from your heart. Sometimes I wish I could think through my brain instead of my heart. But then I ask myself: Which one hurts more when it's betrayed? You need a brain to be alive, but you need a heart to live.
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
Interpretive Suicide
The heart is the heaviest of all the organs. It carries your burdens, your worries, your sorrows. When you speak from it, this weight is packed into every word, yet none of it is lifted from your heart. Sometimes I wish I could think through my brain instead of my heart. But then I ask myself: Which one hurts more when it's betrayed? You need a brain to be alive, but you need a heart to live.
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
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