Just listen. Don’t fix this twisting fire in my chest. These broken shards at my feet. My astonishment and shock at the actual physical pain.
Just watch. Me weep. This hollowed chamber. My empty shell with soundless wails. Torrential and endless.
Just sit. Your hand on my heart and hear me.
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