You began to cry; just crying. The deep and ugly kind, the kind you lose yourself in, though you're thanking God that no one has to see how rubbed and blotched your face becomes. Though some detached part of you also wishes there was someone there to see you now, to see and understand just how sad you are at heart. They don't see it, and of course, you would never show them that side of you.
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