My chest is deep. Not so much from heartbreak (because after all, I initiated the decision to break up), but from a sense of loss. Much like the loss of use in an arm: Your arm is something you've counted on, something that's been there for so long. You look down, and there it is. Then suddenly, or over a period of sustained suffereing, it becomes
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