The tip of a knife makes a small wound in your chest and it gets pushed deeper into your chest over time and then it twists, turns, and cuts up your heart like it was a bowl of vegetables being put in to a food dish. You want to scream in pain, but you can't. When you can't feel your heart any more is when your body won't let you cry it makes you suffer instead.
No matter how much you want to end the pain and just give up. Wait. There is someone pulling the knife out. Taking their time and slowly removing the weapon to get a better look at the wound. Taking the time to stitch it back up and clean the blood from you so that you might stay standing for a little longer. They nurse you back to help with the need for nothing but to see you stand on your own two feet and through the pain and the hardships stay right by your side and wait as you heal. Healing takes time and they have nothing but time.
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