I was taught young how to be stone-cold, self-reliant, to hold myself high and poised, with a ready smile and a subtle charm ready to conquer the world. So I learned from early on to only cry behind closed doors, on dim-lights, without sound, to howl in pain... silently, to break down without anyone knowing, and to never ask for help.
Because when no one sees you suffering, do you really suffer?
Much like, when a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it really make a sound? I can always just pretend that whatever pains me never happened, and I can go back and face the world pretending I'm okay. Does that mean I'm okay?
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