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... eaming. It’s not sobbing. It’s the absence of breath. The stuttering gasp that gets caught somewhere between your lungs and your throat as you realize your body has become your cage. That was me. Trapped.
I touched my chest, slowly, terrified of what I’d feel, and what I wouldn’t. My fingertips met skin that wasn’t torn open anymore, but it wasn’t whole either. The wound had closed in some places, rough scar tissue forming like a rushed patch job. But it still throbbed violently undernea ...
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