Why must you try and trouble my poor heart?
I just want to break open freedom from fear like an ice pick to a fragile melting
glacier, hit it with all that I've got and let the cracks run through and through it.
Then let it burst open with glee and exhilaration. Bright and cold and fresh
pieces flying in delight and frightfulness gone replaced by the hope of life.
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