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I'm a stubborn, self-centered person Who leans into their own grief Pushing on it regularly like you Poke a new filling with your tongue Making sure it still hurts enough See, see, I tell myself with the choices I make See, you hurt. Feel it.

Somehow I never do this with joy though.

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