My heart is broken. Crushed and torn asunder. My eyes well up, and I encourage the tears, but it doesn't happen. I rarely cry, I trained myself not to long ago. They're not tears of despair, or sadness. They are tears of pain, of rage. I'm so frustrated. I feel like I was lied to growing up. I was told, like we all were, to treat others as you wish
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