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Sep 2015
Don't cry, don't cry
Not now, not here
Don't let them see it anywhere
Hold your breath and count to ten
Then slowly let it out again
Point your chin up to the sky
Look up and then wipe your eyes
Put a cork in it
No one wants to see
How you're hurting
How you feel
A casual conversation to have with yourself upon the occasion of publicly-leaking eyes.
moss
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moss  23/Non-binary/Void
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