Hold it in until your heart is a steaming cup and everything that once made sense is water until every page is ripped from the spine and piled at your feet so every step is an effort greater than talking until every truth and every lie are paper boats sent swirling down to the gutters to the sea then let it out one drop one word at a time. Count the oceans.
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