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rupturing; that's what I feel slashing, tearing, scratching as if my bones have not been cracked enough times as if my heart is still short of crooked, broken veins and bruised, dimpled indentations because my blood really does need to break through arteries and spread from the inside--doesn't it? otherwise, I might not be alive.
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