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[greenstorm]

Emotional pain is icicles to the chest, full speed. It's almost cold enough to be numb, not quite, and invasive in a way that doesn't quite allow the lungs to function. It's a dull but sudden pressure, the weight of everything in the world squeezing but with no sharp edges to bring even the relief of brightness to pain

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[graydon]

I always need practice listening to myself, to know what I want, what I need, what I do not want, what I must hold firmly at arm's length.

No shit. Here's to practice!