There is nothing like that racing heart beat, that rush of blood through your body...it is pretty wierd that your heart does truly ache when you are sad and races when you are happy...it is much much more than a muscle.
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.... have you been looking at the Rosie mullet picture again?
There is nothing like that racing heart beat, that rush of blood through your body...it is pretty wierd that your heart does truly ache when you are sad and races when you are happy...it is much much more than a muscle.
Our hearts... our body's capacity to feel certain ways at certain times (or NOT feel) is amazing, isn't it?
Not feel ... dammit. haven't tried that. My off switch is broken... =( I wish I didnt feel some things!
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