I can't feel it in its normal place.
... or the place where it has been after being in its normal place.
It wasn't normal for awhile, but I can feel it dropped into my stomach.
It hurts.
I can feel it digesting little by little... slow and cruel.
Op! I just felt the bottom of my heart digest. My apex.
"Blah blah blah from the bottom of my heart..." Can't do that anymore, can't keep what I said about it anymore.
I think I'll sleep now.
Maybe when I wake up, it will be ready to be poo'd out.
And when I poo it out...
Just maybe...
I'll feel free. Better. And relieved.
The remains of my heart will be flushed down the toilet. I think it'll end up in the ocean. Riding the tides. Or it'll dissolve, and people will swim in it. Actually, most likely it'll harden and drop to the bottom of the ocean. Anyways I hope the tides treat it well. But that's just if it ends up in the ocean.
Prosecutor Godot from Phoenix Wright Trials and Tribulation says "The weak gets washed away by the tides of fate... the strong drink it up."
Haha, the strong drinks up my poo (assuming that the literal tides of fate is the ocean... or whatever body of water the poo inhabits).
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