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July 12, 2014
I would press my hand straight through your chest, inside your ribcage - I know you would let me - wrap my fingers around your heart and hold it up for you. I would stand in front of you so that you only needed to look into my protective eyes, and the world you would see through their careful filter. I'd watch your breaths and remind you to keep breathing, gently push your heart whenever it tries to stop beating. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. I'm sorry you have to walk this road alone. I can see you faltering.