Occasionally I wished I could walk through a picture window and have the sharp,
broken shards slash me to ribbons - so I would finally look like I felt. I wonder
if any of them can tell from just looking at me that all I am is the sum total of my pain,
a raw woundedness so extreme that it might be terminal.
» Can you deal with the hallucination?!

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