Cry

Yes, I’m fucked up.

Yes, I’m crying on my way home. Again.

And yes, I’m invested, you know that I am.

I hate myself for being so weak. I hate myself for giving in.

I don’t know why I’m crying.

I’m alright, I’ll get home okay, thank you. That’s what I tell the strangers who hear me weep.

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