Sometimes you cry and it’s great,
It’s a welcome invitation, catharsis.
Sometimes you cry and you want to cry more,
Tears can go on and on, but can your life?
Sometimes I wish all of us would stop crying,
But I realize that crying has never done me any wrong.
Why is it that another’s tears can affect us more than our own?
There’s a pureness in every one, unattained, genuine, irreplaceable.
I am not ready to cry yet.
So I hold them back.

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