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  • When I cry, it's the same as when I laugh.
    Like driving rain, or a fire sparked, or a roller coaster, it's too late to turn back.

    Sometimes, I mirror the emotion with its enemy. Stare it down.
    Shoot runaway giggles with a death flashback. Soothe tears with buttery jokes.

    Usually, it's no use. Feelings need to run out of gas. Exhausted, they drop where they
    land.
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