I hope this doesn't sound ungrateful but I would tear open my chest and claw my heart from its mushy perch so that you could have the happiness I carry there. I would give you all my good things; my eyes, my ears, my mouth. I would strip down to my bones so that you could wear my skin. But despite these things, My Sweet Beloved, you would not have peace. So, really, what would be the point?
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beautiful
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