Last nite Tony stopped by. And after he was gone, i cried. it was like a faucet that i couldn't turn off. i couldn't think of why i was crying, but all the tears and frustrations that i've been bottling up just came out in a flodd of tears. Before i fell asleep, i was still crying, and it hit me. All of the millions of reasons i was crying hit me
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