Somethings are too hard for you to say. So you don't. Once you've experienced that feeling of being ripped apart, inside out, you won't ever cross paths with that situation. Ever. Even if you are free falling in the pit of despair, you stay quite. Secretly hoping no ones asks if you're okay. Cause you don't want to lie and you don't want to tell them the truth.
So you stay up all night. And cry. Alone, Let it out. Fake it the morning. Do it all over again. Without ever saying a word.
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