Hear my beaten heart exclaim

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I feel like I have so much to say, but no words to properly convey the thoughts that are in my head.  They’re becoming toxic, these thoughts, everything about them is a contradiction.  If only I could sleep, things may be clearer in the morning. Until then my mind will just continue to push this poison through my body, simultaneously, as my beating heart promises to keep my body supplied with the blood that keeps me alive.  See, a contradiction, that’s all I am.