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A mentality of upside down curry
boiling away, burning from the bottom up, ending in your mind, your precious mind, leaving you in tears. A feeling of lonesome fear, they're going to abandon you, everyone is going to leave, and it's all your own damn fault. A rage at any thing, picking away at you like a vulture, eating at raw, imagined wounds until you bite the vulture back. Then a calmness, unmercifully short, before the pain settles in to replace the upheaval with a deliberate, extended beating from front to back. ..... If woman came from man's rib, why doesn't he go through this too?
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