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Will you be the one to rip your beating heart, out of your chest, throw it away and walk beside me? 

For some of us don't need hearts to love. It's woven in our essence. We live for it, and burn in its aftermath.

Will you be the one to rip your beating heart, out of your chest, throw it away and walk beside me? For some of us don't need hearts to love. It's woven in our essence. We live for it, and burn in its aftermath.
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