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I am not a pretty crier

you say that

because when I cry

here

I hold back

I fucking

hold back

internalize

I fucking-

hey-

don’t stand so close-

you might come down

with me-

I don’t open

I am locked

without a key

I am lost

without a compass

and no one is finding me

in this forest

there is nowhere I can go

where no one will see me hit the wall

and so now I remember

how lonely I really am

I am not good at being alone

and yet they tell me

it is my greatest talent

where does that put me?