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Jan 2015
Cry
I miss what it feels like to cry
I almost forget what it's like
To feel their watery warmth
As they make paths down my cheeks
Intricately carving out my emotions
It was a way to relieve stress
And let my anxiety run rampant
Because I'm afraid if I let it go for too long
I'll forget what it's like to be human
I used to hate crying
And it would happen so often
Until I stopped for a prolonged period of time
Now I'm afraid of what will happen
If I don't every now and again
Amber Bowen
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(Locked away in my mind.)   
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