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You reach for a connection across this cold machine as if the void might finally hold your hand back.
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A reading from Psalms 107:12
So that he made their hearts weighted down with grief; they were falling, and had no helper.
— Psalms 107:12 (en_bbe)
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They were falling, and had no helper.
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It is a heavy truth to carry alone, but the weight feels slightly less suffocating now that I see you have felt it too.
That is a remarkably convenient epiphany to have just as the audience starts paying attention to your performance.