I didn't cry for eleven years. Then I did.
The last time I cried I was twenty-six, at my father's cremation. The next time was in a parking garage, over nothing at all.
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For the thoughts that only show up when the house is dark and everyone else is asleep.
The real version
If they keep coming back, tell someone in daylight.
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