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Oct 2020
"Cry," I tell her.
My arms surround her curled body.
"It's alright."
One day,
when you have wept your final tear,
you will come upon that pool,
that contained every tear,
from every disappointment,
every betrayal,
every heartbreak.
And you will look down into it,
seeing your reflection alone.
"Only then will you have realized the necessity of your pain."
Written by
Andrew  21/M/Pittsburgh, PA
(21/M/Pittsburgh, PA)   
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