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Hearts sinking This pain no longer a threat, Only certain tragedy. They say, "Risk it all." To have your heart torn apart. Surgery. No Anesthetic. Mission: Find the bleeding parts. Abnormal. Ice. No warmth. You find heat. Give away pieces. Turn to stone. Then repeat.
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Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 2:58 PM UTC
Hearts are Sinking
Hearts sinking This pain no longer a threat, Only certain tragedy. They say, "Risk it all." To have your heart torn apart. Surgery. No Anesthetic. Mission: Find the bleeding parts. Abnormal. Ice. No warmth. You find heat. Give away pieces. Turn to stone. Then repeat.
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Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 2:58 PM UTC
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