I can't cry right now
I might not know-how
not like I ever saw someone cry
not out of a healthy need at least
not much feeling where I come from
is being sad good
it's at least the most normal
is being mad dangerous
we bury it for later
is connection important
I barely know myself
is being happy possible
not surrounded by the wrong people
but are they the wrong people
they remind me of my family
and you're always safe with family
oh, my safe looks different than yours
what do you mean that was unsafe
oh well I'm not going to cry about it
boys don't cry
they walk it off
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Hufflecup
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