Tears are cleansing, when they come.
I can feel them well up, but they refuse to fall.
I want to be sad, but I’m too angry.
Angry at you. Angry at me. No one else matters.
I want to laugh too. People really think they know how I work.
Only a select few really know. That stuff is too deep for television.
Well, the television of our lives.
Let people think what they will of me. The less they really know, the better for me.
Funny how life takes you in one direction and does a 180 the next moment.
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