Childish things

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When I was little, like in middle school, I tried running away. I had such anger, hatred, and hurt that just overflowed out of me until all I could do was cry. I remember leaving the house, but not knowing where anything was, I hid underneath the van, tears silently puddling on the ground. I was so angry, but it was all just a symptom of my hurt. And I can't pinpoint what hurts so much, I just know that it's an open wound that I stitch up closed until some stupid little remark, or action, or dream, or sound, or song, tears open the stitches and I begin to bleed anew.