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I'm on this beautiful mountain, catching my breath at the peak.I've been searching everywhere, but I can't find the words to speak.Hands are trembling, as the trek has been rough, precarious.
My name is Eden.
I am not a garden, not even a flower.
I am a shell, a husk, a vessel.
I hold in the pain of those closest to me.
My pain doesn't stay in this body.
It escapes through the cracks and pores.
