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I Want It, Badly
God, just fucking cry already. I'm thinking this as I leave the therapist's office. Just fucking cry already. Just cry. But I can't. I can't cry. I won't, I mean. I won't cry. I'll push it down and eat it up, but I refuse refuse refuse to cry. I'll get angry. I'll scream at traffic, but I won't cry. I'll carry around the injured feeling in my chest all the rest of the afternoon, listening to lonely girl music on the car radio and not crying. Because I don't cry. I won't cry. And the revelation? I want to be stuck. I want it.
More lies:
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