There is no stairway to this man’s heart. His heart has no
windows or doors.
I could rip open his heart and make my way, but that will
make me a murderer. I don’t want to be a murderer.
And what if his heart is empty. What if I tear out more and
see there is nothing for me in his heart?
I don’t want him to be my murderer.
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