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sometimes, I get angry and sometimes,  I don't know why it's a pain that's inherited and passed down the bloodlines. I think around 6, I became lonely but I think at 8, I became alone. When I first learned that telling those around me, would not fix the problem and would only make the heartache more unbearable. So, I started to perfect the art of performance: good daughter protective sister independent & worthy loving friend sacrificing lover and instead of expressing my pain I took on that of others, because that pain I could control or at least I could try. - The veil between performance and me became as thin as my frame did, until one day it vanished and I didn't even notice.
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Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 5:34 PM UTC
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sometimes, I get angry and sometimes,  I don't know why it's a pain that's inherited and passed down the bloodlines. I think around 6, I became lonely but I think at 8, I became alone. When I first learned that telling those around me, would not fix the problem and would only make the heartache more unbearable. So, I started to perfect the art of performance: good daughter protective sister independent & worthy loving friend sacrificing lover and instead of expressing my pain I took on that of others, because that pain I could control or at least I could try. - The veil between performance and me became as thin as my frame did, until one day it vanished and I didn't even notice.
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Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 5:34 PM UTC
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