Once upon a time there was a girl. I loved this girl, I did. She was filled with love and energy and happiness and she passed it on like a gift. I admired everything about her, her grace, her enthusiasm and her passion.
She had a big heart. I mean, like a big heart. It was huge. You could fit people in there. And probably start a house party. And then she realised because it was so wide open she was letting in too much. Anything and anyone was just going waltzing in and making themselves at home. But she only realised this after her heart had became too full. All that space filled up. Filled up with too much.
She coughs to try and get it out.
She coughs at night.
It sounds like gunshots in the dark.
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