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I forget to cry sometimes.
I forget how.
Is it really forgetting if I shove it from my mind?
I forget how tears taste. That salty flavor of a French Fry as they leak into the corners of my mouth. When I finally remember I am unnerved at how much it hurts when my breath hitches in my throat and how that pain in my heart radiates through my chest and up my neck and comes out of my mouth in that ugly sound that can't possibly be my voice but is.
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