I think that heart surgery I had as a child was a flop. They sutured up the hole in the largest chamber, but they neglected to tighten the laces. Consequently emotions don't stick around long. Troubling symptoms arise. As fresh emotions enter my ventricles, they slip through the leak and mix with the used. Thus diluting everything I feel with a touch of the old. My heart sustains me, but serves only to suspended me in this comatose place. I don't have the mechanics to rise into consciousness. Still, this does not distress me. I lack the capabilities to feel even that.
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