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I hate how I'm feeling right now. I feel like my hearts been ripped out of my chest, and despair holds it's thumping mass in it's hands. Letting the blood rush down the hands that taint it with every living beat. When the heart of hope is drenched in depression, pain lingers in to stab at the tenderness and rip it out slowly. Take my breath away and let it spill onto the floor of tears and be washed away until nothing is left! Nothing but pain and despair.