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Your heart has stopped, it beats steadfast. All the sudden the silence passed. A pain in your chest amassed. Finally, your hearts beating fast. On a coaster, slowly rising, Your temper waves; your hearts sizing. One more stop, it feels surprising. All at once, emotions rising. And off it goes; the cold steel gun. It catches those off guard; everyone. Some feel a spike, a piercing stun. But, all there's left to do is run. Your hearts off, you've stopped its flow. There's nothing left, all has gone slow. There's nothing left for you to know. All you need, is all you have... Go.
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