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Heart sinking low and hardening to nothing, hands shaking and body numbing to no feeling, head feeling as filled with glass and mind running from track to track. Tears that want to stream but hit wall after wall, eyes filled red with red and body and heart with dread and dread. Mind making whispers for reason to die, body giving reason to freeze, limbs giving reason to brittle and break, tears giving reason to create rivers and hearts given reason to break.
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