Stop

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When I'm alone, I think.
When I think, I remember.
When I remember, I feel pain.
When I feel pain, I cry.
When I cry, I can't stop.

There's so many things about me that nobody knows. It's so annoying when they assume that I don't know what something feels like when I live it.

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