"I cannot help but admire this horrible
power of mine, how each small thing
can become a death: the lost house key. A spoiled egg.
A howling dog. There is no prayer or pill for this…
You have my permission not to love me;
I am a cathedral of deadbolts
and I’d rather burn myself down
than…Â
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