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I know how it feels to have the tears you cry feel like razors slitting your throat.
For the cold saltiness feel like you're being choked, because you are.
You sputter and gasp, but there's nothing you can do.

You know, well, maybe you don't, those times where you just wish you could fast forward, just a bit.
So that the hurt didn't hurt anymore.
I know how it feels to cry so much that you can't hold your insides in anymore, so you keel over.
And let it all come loose.

It's like you are unable to grasp anything.
Not the wall beside you or the hand from a companion.
You just fall and shake like there's no tomorrow.