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The heart, what would I do without it?   My life, my very existence is dependent on its constant pulses for survival     The prime instrument in an Orchestra It beats, day in, and day out, never gets tired or ceases,     It pounds when I'm scared, races when I'm angry, and even skips a beat on, other occasions     Loneliness is a disease, It corrupts the mind, everything in its path, and leaves my heart aching L … Read More

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