i do not cry

perhaps there’s a part of me that’s just scared of becoming my father’s son when i have worried all my life i would turn into my mother in the deep hours of the night they ask me “can i tell you something” it’s not a lie when i reply “you can tell me anything” as they spend the next minutes trying to figure out how to tell me that i have always appeared as someone who is afraid to be wrong but when you’ve grown up with wrong as the kind of person you’re supposed to live up to and the kind of thing you are screamed at for being on a daily basis and love the kind of thing you only find in fairy tales you grow horrified of being wrong terrified of dreaming and screaming in your sleep that i will not be my father’s son

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