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It’s the part of me that didn’t break.

It’s a place inside of me that receives the world, and finds its meaning.

It’s a true compass, that sets a sure path for my hesitating foot.

It’s my infallible sentry, which warns in danger, and stills in safety.

It reads energy and places, not faces. It feels out the shape of their intent even while untrue words are washing over me.

It grasps the whole story, even when the disassembled parts tumble uncaught through my hands.

It whispers the wordless language of dreams in the waking world, and is never wrong.

It’s as essential as the blood that pulses within my body.

It’s not a sixth sense. It’s my primary sensation.

It doesn’t need to remember. It knows.

It has never let me down.

It’s the part of me that didn’t break.