The crime is not one of which can be done,
but one of which that boils and breaks through your bones till the chips of your spine pierce your heart and your eyes cry invisible rivers that flow through your head,
and yet your mouth is unable to speak of these tragedies and your body does not try and stop the pain,
for you have fallen into a disastrous spiral,
unable to emerge on your own,
but unwilling to accept the help that will set you free from your minds own humility.
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