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Dearest Diary, My heart, I come to find, is often not a heart at all. A heart has four working chambers and beats in unison with every breath. My heart is cold and inhuman, and the grinding sends trembles of pain up my spine. My heart is a machine. An abomination. It could break or explode with every breath I take. I am not in charge of my own body and it is that frightens me the most. I dread the day when I too, will become as broken as my heart is. -Gemma #89-233
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