What makes you cry?

That's what I posted, but you keep trying to change it and pass it off as the truth.

What did you post? These are lines from a song. You simply copied them into your signature, perhaps with the intention of showing something or for your own amusement. But an outsider interpreted it as indicated in the quote!

What do you mean?

What is, is. I won't share, and I won't let others share either. He who pays, calls the shots.

I also had a childhood trauma involving a swing set. It was slightly dilapidated, and someone, a girl or a boy, was using it. I don't remember. It was one of my friends, which is funny. There was a protruding piece of metal, like a bayonet. For some reason, I approached it, as if something was drawing me in, perhaps ancient magic, although I knew that I shouldn't, and it hit me almost right in the stomach. Above the front of the thigh, to the right, and about five to seven centimeters above the groin. It threw me back about three meters. It made me cry, but not from the pain, but from the situation; strangely enough, there was no pain at all. Which, in retrospect, sounds a bit silly, considering that I read the lines of a liar about how he stabbed himself in the leg and felt nothing, with some skepticism.