There's a beat within me now...growing each day. I can understand it. I wasn't able to when I was younger. I need my times alone. I need him to go sometimes, often when he's here I can't think. I can't breathe. Now that he's away, momentarily, the walls flex inward and outward just as my lungs do. Except tighter, more concentrated. After all, I don
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