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You stab my heart it will turn black. You stab my soul of will live in the cold. Soon I will be no more. For what is the point of life if you have no heart. I see no point to this world for all the people who say they know me are just fools. The one thing I see beaut in is death and pain. Soon I will make that possible!

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