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please listen to me when I say that I am in great pain and amongst all those who hear me, it is only I who worries, it is only I who has amputated my voice with a scalpel so deep and turgid that even now, the lump in my chest ceases to beat out of an incestuous fear of being, too, cut off. the absence of a mother-tongue deflowers my throat into puddles of silence. I am bleeding and even my own body ceases to believe me!