I want to stab myself in the heart. Oh, heart...heart! Where are you? Apparently, I've hidden you well out of my sight. I tried to make an incision where you used to be, but I felt no pain. I know you have not grown intolerant of pain so I know you're hiding from me. Oh, heart! where are you hiding? What must I do to bring you out? I need to feel
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