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#50

Crushed under the weight
that formed out of different identities
pushing and squirming
into a small space
finding their ways into the others'
nooks and crannies
so that they wouldn't be alone
so that they could feel like one
unified
whole.
But the weight..
You put that kind of pressure
on the back of a knife and you can
slice and dice a heart into little cubes,
every one of them still beating
not knowing that they're separate
not knowing that they don't touch.