A reverse cherita, written while hiding in the restroom of a bookstore, so that the person involved would not see me cry (yet).
There are multiple reasons, but there's one That makes me seem altruistic: I'll tell you That you shouldn't need to deal with me. I love you, but this has gone on for long Enough now, I'm collecting my thoughts, writing goodbye Gotta get back out there, pretend I wasn't crying.
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