Dear Heart.

Dear Heart,

Can you hear my brains meek plea's? Begging you not to feel the hatred that you do. Your hatred affects me, all of me. I know that my anger is misplaced, or not even placed at all. I am angry with the world and all the people in it. Please heart, don't feel so much.

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