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And your heart stops. Screaming for a release from the contraction its just taken. Stuck in a perpetual cramp. And you can feel it. Your heart cramping up. Eventually it might just deteriorate, once the muscles become atrophied from their lack of use. Simply because it no longer has a purpose. And the blood in your veins stopping. All of the numerous flows just ceasing--all at once. Like a million great dams being constructed, perfectly designed and timed to be completed all at once. To stop a once glorious river from bringing water to it’s people. And there are a thousand voices running a thousand miles a minute through your head. None of them coherent, none discernable. And they’re all speaking in this high pitched, terrible tone. Every last one of them. And it becomes a crazy street, like the streets of New York; only in your head. Except all the people are high pitched squeals, and there is a decent lack of stop signs and traffic signals-- and a complete deficiency of one way signs. There is no control. This is anarchy-- and it scares you. Doesn’t it?