There are days when you feel like a big vessel brimming with tears. As you sit up in bed in the morning you feel waves of it rocking inside you, threatening to spill. You walk with mincing steps, holding everything in--for one quick movement, one sudden jerk, and those tears may start sloshing down at the sides. You dread the moments when people talk to you or smile at you, for you will be forced to smile and talk back. The smile will widen, split your face in half, and everything will come rushing out, leaving nothing but ugly, rubbery folds of skin where your grinning lips and happily flushed cheeks used to be.
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