Every feeling I've ever had gets noted and cataloged.
Documented for those who want to know.
And I believe everyone wants to know.
Who wouldn't want to know?
Know what it's like to get sucked into the whirlpool of despair and be spit out on the other side.

I'm no different than you. No different. I am you. What you keep inside and keep from spilling out.

I have your thoughts in me.
But I'm the one who turns thought-words into spoken. I am the one who sacrifices herself so that you can be purged.

You read the words and you agree or disagree, but what I'm saying is not unfamiliar.

Am I right?

Of course I'm right.