I know you're a twisted ball of stomach knots and compressed windpipes, maybe shaky off-balance because of sloshing thoughts and maybe you feel guilty and maybe your toes are crumbling the edge of a sandy cliff, cold wind blowing misty, blinding fog in your face and you can't tell what's at the bottom or even what's ahead, but you can feel you're going to fall and the hair stands, electrical ants humming zzz over your skin and you close your eyes, go limp like water and...
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