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i wonder how much my heart is worth....
the main muscle that supports the brain
which helps create and keep this image of a unique self-being
it just occured to me that if people could hear that repetative thud in your chest they'd realize that this little machine is whats keeping you alive; keeping you from dying. its whats stalling the cycle of life or whatever negative force it is that makes one slowly decay until he or she vanishes forever, l-i-t-e-r-a-l-l-y. forever as in to never return again. if they only knew, maybe then they'd realize how fragile and impermanent someone's presence really is and maybe then they wouldn't treat you so much as nothing anymore. they'd show you the love you'd deserve. but then again. too much love for someone can really hurt a person.
i dont know anymore. im just so fucking whack. i know everyday people just feel this constantly. i know that this feeling is more constant in their stomachs than the feeling of hunger. i just cant help but look into the mirror sometimes and think that whats left of me isnt so pretty. and how its not my fault i am this way, whether i feel like it or look like it or if you just cant tell. i didnt get here on my own. its not psychotic. its natural. at least thats what dr. phil said