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“Maybe you’re always on an “even keel,” with no horrible lows but without any wonderful highs either. People who repress their feelings tend to repress the entire spectrum of emotions, not just one or two of them. If you’re the sort of person who tells others that “there’s no point in crying over spilt milk,” you may tend to deny your own feelings of loss.”

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