It’s like a dam broke.

When I try to stop it, I panic.

When I ignore it, I am thrown into depression.

So I have to let it pour out.

A thousand knives flow out with the rush of tears. Scraping, puncturing, taking my breath away.

I think this is how I will survive.

But this is why I didn’t want to.

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