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What am I? A lump of heaviness. A stranger. A thing that does not fit. I can't seem to stop the poison inside me from spreading. (I mean, I've never been poisoned, so I am only speculating.) (But I do feel something spreading inside me. Something heavy and dark.) I can't let them see it. They can't know my secret. Not these people in this clean, white palace. Not even Mom and Dad know. And they never will.