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how i spent my youth

by aliya-josephine

stronger if you don't cry it means you are tough nothing can hurt you it's been years, said with pride that's not something to be proud of! and isn't it a sin anyway? never mind. do you know the punishment for refusing to share your hurt? when you cry, no one notices when you break, no one cares when you hurt, it feels small even to you then you realize you hid God away and you just thought you were being strong
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