You hold it all inside because if anything were to leak out it would be a break in the Hoover Dam, a fire in the sky, an explosion of meteorites
as they reach land. You got it under control. You keep it locked safely away, a prisoner in solitary confinement, who will never see the light of day. You must
control the thoughts. They have voices and minds of their own. They must not be released, and to others must never be known. They are your secret
friends. They don’t take pity on you. They are hardwired and cruel. Once you were a chocolate cigar left out in the sun. Once you were
a candy bar that the other children spat on. You’ll never go back to that place again. You’re hard. But hard is unbreakable.