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Enjoying the pain in my belly, the gnawing of emotion and emptyness. This is the top of the spiral staircase. I've been singing my lungs out all day, it seems the only appropriate way to deal with my emotions. It isn't true, but it feels that way. I'll give in, I always do, but I wish I was courageous enough to be in control in the stupidest of ways.