Sometimes I think my heart is a seperate entity to me.
It sits heavy inside me, parasitic, ready to evade my most sensible thoughts and burn my mind with its deceptive poison, to numb my thoughts, choke my words before they reach my throat, my fingers; lying in wait to feed upon the chaos it creates, to liquify my insides and suck them up, spider-like, into the black hole of its existence.
And then other times it reaches out from inside me, sings out clear and loud with the joy of existence, lightens my step and brings a smile to my face.
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