"Be unassuming. Otherwise, you'll cry."
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I get waves of loneliness, the kind so repressed that showing tears feel like sandpaper to the heart.

This probably comes from indifference to the world, but I think people don't know what that feels like. They have settled for gravel, the conventional means of filling the potholes of the hearts. 

I cry because I'm unconventional. After all, security, meaning, and gratification mean so much to me. 

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