It's Okay to Cry.
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Darkness has always been my home, my comfort, I never needed anything else besides that. I would come home and go into my room and just sit there, with my blanket of hurt and pain. I liked being alone, I liked knowing that I could control who and what hurt me, I liked it, I knew that nothing was going to make me cry. I hated crying, it shows weakness; people have no homes yet still smile. I won't let myself cry when people have it worse than me, but then he came. He came into my life and taught me that it was okay to cry. It is okay to cry and it always has been.
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