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Cry


grow up get over it stop crying be strong chin up man up don't cry don't cry DONT CRY why not? I wear a mask during the day and reveal these bloodshot eyes as night Tough exterior because it's what society tells me is right wake up tired because of my emotional fight i built up emotions emotions that developed from a 9 year old to a 19 year old that same innocence on the inside wanting to capture the hearts of many but finding it hard to grow roses on a concrete wall finding often that my life is no different than a long white empty hall feeling sad like a crack faced porcelain doll humans are emotional creatures yet we feel the need to shield out emotions with plastic features hard and cold to touch repelling anything that dares to jeopardize dreading the day when something actually makes you Cry I don't mean tear tear sniff sniff I mean that face in pillow cry that i can't stop it cry that spine curving, fetal position, rock back and forth cry thats get down on your knees and pray cry that cry with sobs that no one dares to let hit the air because thats revealing to the world that there's a human being under there some where that cries THAT CRIES what we fails to realize is that crying is a stress relieving exercise it can heal wounds a wound needs air to heal covering it with a bandage does nothing but preserve it release your emotions let them run free be Live love and Cry
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