It starts as a scratch. Something I didn't really notice at first. But then it grows. It starts to pester and spread. I itch, hoping it will leave me.
No good. Its moving across me now. I've done everything I could to stop it. I know I can't hide from it but I keep lying to myself. The scratch starts to burn and all I can see is that infection. I start to panic, I rip at flesh to remove it. It doesn't work. I know I can't hide from it but I'm scared what will happen if I accept it. But I realize I can't remove my heart, for I have yet to reach that level of emoness.
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