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Sissy, the Girl

Don't be a sissy, girl Why so sensitive? You're not your mother's daughter, that's for damn certain, Yes definitely your father's, that poor old Sod. That movie screen is not reality, Dry your God damn eyes. Spill the tears for true tragedies, The ones that relate directly to You, Me-- Why, which ones? The ones I say so, of course, the ones I deem most worthy. The ones the Normals react to. The tragedies of our own. Why weep for the sake of others? They are not Us, nor we Them. Save the river in your heart For the things that truly matter.
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anna-zagerson
Belarusian
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Jan 26, 2016
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