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Mar 2018
Cry
I cry.
yes I do..
I am not  a god
an immortal to all these hurts,
I get lost in the mist
of my own crowded eyes,
searching for reasons to all the emotions  
every droplet a sign of my powerful heart,
that is able to love  so much
and hurt so bad at the same time,
an angelic  paradox of it's own
a testimony of his powerful love .


©mereidow
this is to assure all of you beautiful people that crying isn't a sign of weakness, it is a Power only a few can understand.  let it out, clean your heart through the ways of your soul and be free. . Just cry if you need to
Written by
Aine  20/F/Tz
(20/F/Tz)   
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