Recipe for hate

It would come as no surprise if my heart pushed so hard against my ribs that they cracked.

Chest pains again.

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Published:: April 12, 2010 / 11:56 am

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nic 5.2.10 / 2am

hey my friend has this!
is it like someone is sitting on ur chest constantly and it’s always always there and the doc’s said it’ll just go away eventually?

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