Tonight, I will let myself cry. But tomorrow I will do what I have always done. What I was taught to do, just as so many were taught to do before me, just as so many will learn to do in the future: I will be silent.
I will ball up this fact, this cold and bitter truth like a dirty sheet of paper from a forgotten journal; I will ball it up and swallow it whole, and let it sit, like a demented pit at the bottom of my chest, and pray that it does not bear fruit.
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