Heart: "Why are you so sad? "
X: " I don't know... I guess life's just caused me to fall."
Heart: " Well, stop moping around! You should be happy! "
X: " But I can't help it..."
Heart: " SHUT UP! You're NEVER happy! You're depressed ALL THE TIME! Get it together! "
Although the child tries her best to satisfy her heart, her sadness becomes too much to bear. Her eyes turn to glass... She feels like sobbing, but cannot do so for some reason.
Heart: " What the hell are you doing?"
X: " Just let me cry...please."
Heart: " NO. I'm NOT gonna let you."
X: " Please... Just let me release my tears...The hurt is just too overpowering."
Heart: " NO! Keep the hurt bottled up inside of you!"
X: " But...I..."
Her heart is no longer speaking.
The child longs to just let one tear stream down her face, yet, her waterfall is being held back by the titanium walls of her heart - her evil heart.
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