December 9, 2016

I use to think it was a sign of strength to never cry. I felt that it was the hallmark of manhood to not show any emotion save for anger. And even though deep down my heart was bruised and bleeding, my false pride kept my eyes from shedding any tears. I didn't know at the time that this stoicism was not strength but rather unconscious armor covering up a deep wound. All I knew was that there existed a chaos within me which I couldn't deal with, and so I focused my attention almost exclusively on the outside world. As such I lived my life almost e...

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