The complex of a heart-battered woman-child can dominate emotions beyond one body’s containment – beyond, even, psychic restrainment:
“You were meant for me!” she wails at the window between scenes.
“Why am I abandoned – when someone else undeserved and untried gets to have the greatest prize?” she cries on the curb of an open street.
“Why am I attached to you if we are not to be?!”
Sounds of a trapped soul’s sobbing struggles caught in forlorn ruminations dominate the airways of a couple’s once content tranquility.
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