I cried a lot yesterday; for several decent reasons, for several silly reasons, and, at least once, just for the hell of it.
I hate crying. I don't cry - can't cry, normally. It messes with that whole, strong female archetype I strive for.
But, let's face it, I'm only strong behind written words. I can't speak. My thoughts get jumbled, my words get
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