The black hole in the middle of my soul was getting all my feelings. I was dying. I was dying, there was no rescue. I was in pain.
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Waves hit the port, the port would be injured. I learned this way, on the beach. I have that account. A harbor that is too numb to feel. That's my silence.
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I believe God is freaking out of loneliness. What kind of sane man does the pain work so intensely?
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