Part of what I am is broken. Not my favorite part, but a fairly essential one nonetheless. My definition bleeds, and I'm not sure what I mean. It's all an artful way of saying I might be sick, of admitting I'm a little bit afraid. What can be done? I don't yet know. I'm told I should--must--find out. I do have a tendency to ask questions I don't really want the answers to, but so far with this I've kept my mouth shut. I'm not sure what it will take to get me to open up.
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