I refuse to cry. I'm a big girl now. I refuse to cry even though it hurts because I might just break down and the last time that happened, I landed in the hospital with a worried mother and concerned siblings. I refuse to cry because when I cry, I'm not the only one affected. And that fucking sucks. I wish it was easy to just cry and believe that it might make me feel better afterwards.
But my heart is too weak for crying. Baby, I was born this way.
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