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sing

show me something to sing about and I'll show you a girl with guts and a crackle-fine voice.

last night I sang so hard at church that i could literally feel myself sliding off-key. i could hear the note getting sharper, I could feel my diaphragm pressing that hallelujah so tight to my heart that there was nowhere to go but up. the pitch longed to be pure, i think it always would rather be. between the pinch and pull behind my eyes, the way my heart was thumping in my feet, the way my very breath was wrapping around and constricting those words... the pitch never had a chance.

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