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Useless River


I do not cry – not anymore,

Not since I was a little girl.

Little boys are not supposed to cry,

And how different was I, that I could?

Well, you know what I was not having?

Reader?

That.

So I stopped crying and did not cry any more.

 

It did not change my life.

But I think it hurt me. According to

life

Emotions are not supposed to get in or way,

But to help us?

Because when you cry

People see you cry

And they stop you, and that helps you, but it does not help me

Because I do not cry.

 

Crying is stupid, but I do not cry because no one

Will stop me

Anyway.

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