From one strange person to the next, let me tell you a secret. Keep your mind open and your chest locked. I’ll tell you, I have this, gift, if you will. I can feel how much sadness exists in the human heart. That’s the next thing, fuck everyone who’s ever told you depression stems from the brain. From a ‘chemical imbalance’. It comes from the core of your heart. That’s why you need to keep your chest locked or keep it empty. It’s a valuable tresure, a heart. Not many people have one these days. If you’re one of the lucky ones well then, God bless you. But this letter isn’t direct towards the lucky ones. No, it’s directed towards you. With the tired eyes, cold feet, and shaking hands. The one who notices everything and keeps your mouth shut about it. Have you said anything since you’ve been here? You didn’t have a choice but you had an option. You chose to be this way, believe it or not. I can feel how much sadness is in you. Collectively, not too much. You’re doing well. Try getting more sleep, you may shake less and smile more. Try to not notice all the small details, don’t piece together other peoples’ lives. You’ll sleep soundly tonight. But me? I’m fucked. I have a machine where my heart should be. The fulcrum of that machine is a black hole. My sadness is infite, beautiful, winding, just waiting to pull you down with me.
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