This evening's Ghost was howling. Tragedy shaking the heart in my chest. My ribs pained me as if I had spent hours laughing hysterically or, crying dramatically. Regardless, they hurt. The breath in my lung was short lodged at the entrance of my throat where my unspoken words caught every gulp of air. I felt as if I was crumbling. As if the night
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