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“I remember crying on the bedroom floor because the pillow was too wet from all the other tears I shed. I remember crying so much that I couldn’t catch my breath and probably would’ve choked on my tears if my gag reflex hadn’t kicked in causing me to spill my guts, quite literally. Maybe that is why, to this day, intense stress makes me gag and spew out an invisible stream of God-knows-what…the negative things I had been keeping inside? Do I poison myself with the ‘everything’s fine?’ It’s like it’s a rehearsed line I picked up somewhere long ago and forgot to forget it. The show must go on, right? They say ‘break a leg’ and instead my heart breaks a little more as I pick myself up off the floor and pancake-powder over the tear tracks so no one can follow them to see where I’m coming from.”