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i miss crying.
quite honestly, i’m not a crier.
i only cry when i can’t take the weight of my thoughts
and i break down completely.
i believe crying is the one way to see a real person.
crying is all the walls down and pure emotion
it’s raw and not sculpted to fit someone else’s standards.
it’s all our own.
each tear falls with memories..
that aching feeling in your body
kicks in.
it’s the only time i’m not clouded with other thoughts.
i’m not caring about everything else going on.
i’m my own; myself.
i don’t really know who i was,
but
i’m not who i used to be anymore.
i miss me.
