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October 16, 2015
Crying hurts my throat, makes me hiccup, burns my nose, strains my heart, and shows everyone how broken, how cracked, and fracture I am.
I don't want people to think I'm messed up; I don't want them to think that I'm crazy or unstable or unfit or incapable of being normal.
I don't want them to perceive me as a sad lonely little girl, that's locked away inside her mind with nothing to play with but the demons that haunt my happiness.
© Carollynn G., Hawthorne, NY
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