i have to cut this heart string unless i am happy being thrown down that well. and i can't swim, float, even flail. i have to inflate my heart, ride atop waves and cyclones like alice or dorothy. self-perservation.
run away and find yourself.
i hope that turns out well.
the best laid plans of mice and men...
will surely see us next in hell.
or some shit.
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