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The feeling is that of having something in your chest and abdomen that

you must get out. You want to throw up. Or claw it out, whatever it is,

with your fingers, from the outside.

 

I curl up in a ball, surrounding this mass inside me, with the rest of my

body. I can’t get the thing out, so I surround it.

 

If only I could cry long and hard, like Jeanne can, and get this out.

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