I learned how to stop crying.I learned how to hide inside of myself.I learned how to be somebody else.I learned how to b — Sherman Alexie, Flight
I learned how to stop crying.I learned how to hide inside of myself.I learned how to be somebody else.I learned how to b — Sherman Alexie, Flight
I learned how to stop crying.I learned how to hide inside of myself.I learned how to be somebody else.I learned how to b — Sherman Alexie, Flight
I learned how to stop crying.I learned how to hide inside of myself.I learned how to be somebody else.I learned how to b — Sherman Alexie, Flight
I learned how to stop crying.I learned how to hide inside of myself.I learned how to be somebody else.I learned how to b — Sherman Alexie, Flight
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I learned how to stop crying.I learned how to hide inside of myself.I learned how to be somebody else.I learned how to be cold and numb.

— Sherman Alexie, Flight
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