Like lead, her heart sank in the ocean of her soul, falling deeper. When light had come, when all that she had done wrong seemed not to matter anymore, that she could fix the holes in her head and sew him to her, they came back. Now, laying, tears like oil streaming from the crevice at the ends of her eyes and down the slope of her face, welling up
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