For you I would rip my heart from my chest. Eviscerated, I am. And if I could, I would plunge my fingers through my chest and rip out my heart and give it to you. A pulpy mass of morbid diathesis. In addition to my heart, there are small organs I want to give you, glands. sweetbreads. variety meats.
... And tonight, there is a hole in my heart, because everytime I look at you I feel so completely dismantled - You broke my heart.
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