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No. I don't want to talk about what's wrong. No. It's better left unsaid. No. Give me this. THIS. Silence. Superficiality. *Stage three* of healing. SHUT UP AND DON'T SAY A WORD ABOUT IT.
Yes, I'll still cry.
Yes, I'll still break.
Yes, I'll still need reassurance.
But no, I don't want to discuss it.
It's OVER. OVER. OVER. OVER.
"Don't let yesterday use up tomorrow." Right? Right?
But...why do I only want to fade into nonexistance?
It couldn't hurt more.
Yes, I'll still cry.
Yes, I'll still break.
Yes, I'll still need reassurance.
But no, I don't want to discuss it.
It's OVER. OVER. OVER. OVER.
"Don't let yesterday use up tomorrow." Right? Right?
But...why do I only want to fade into nonexistance?
It couldn't hurt more.