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Failure lived inside me like an organ. I could feel it pumping alongside my heart. Keeping me alive, even when I didn’t want it to. Late at night, this failure slithered, coiling around my lungs and squeezing everything tight. I’d wake upFailure lived inside me like an organ. I could feel it pumping alongside my heart. Keeping me alive, even when I didn’t want it to. Late at night, this failure slithered, coiling around my lungs and squeezing everything tight. I’d wake up clawing at my chest, desperate to find this thing that lived and writhed inside me. Was it wrapped around my heart or had it settled in my belly? Was it slipping down my leg? Spiraling up my arm? If I could find it, maybe I could cut this pulsing mass out of me that kept fucking everything up. But if I could cut my failure out, would there be anything left of me?...more