People talk about "heartache" and it sounds so Jane Austen, so manageable. Nice walk in a meadow, cup of tea with a handsome chap and it's all right as rain again.
There should be a different word for the feeling of someone whacking your chest open with an axe, then ripping a chunk out of your heart with their bare hands. The feeling of your sanity being torn apart by dogs. The feeling of your life being held under a murky pond until your lungs fill with water and weeds, and you gasp your drowning on the bitter choking silt of despair.
I don't know the words for that kind of pain.
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