(n.): that body of water in your chest, violent waves slamming against a weathered ribcage, threatening to drown you from the inside

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  1. I’ve always thought of it as an angry pulsating beehive in the middle of the chest with a swarm of bees swirling around in a furious vortex at such a volume that they knock off of those weathered ribs at an extremely high rate. The sound of their hum is deafening.

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