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What if, when we cry, there are tears on the inside as well?And as they flow, and fill up every little crevase of the hole with the primordial liquid we long for,until the crack grows and the dam breaks ?That would explain why we can’t breath and the feeling of cracks multiplying, like pieces of broken mirror…Sharp. Deadly. Cursed with 7 lifetimes of bad luck.

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