I was taught young how to be stone-cold, self-reliant, to hold myself high and poised, with a ready smile and subtle charm ready to conquer the world. So I learned from an early age to only cry behind closed doors, on dim lights, without sound, to howl in pain silently, to break down without anyone knowing, and to never ask for help.
Because when no one sees you suffering, do you really suffer? Much like, when a tree falls in a forest, and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? I can always just pretend that whatever pains me never happened, and I can always go back and face the world pretending I’m okay.
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