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Looking down the road of my past to my choices and actions. Some great, some grave Some failures, some successes What did it all mean? What equity do I have now to show for it? Am I entitled to any? Does someone owe me anything? I’ve been crying lately. I’ve been crying inside for very long time. As I cry in my room, I let out deep emotions that have been with me for as long as I remember. Sticky and visceral they linger as I cathartically release them. I wept for so long. My floors begin to be completely be covered with my warm salty tears. The carpet is soggy as I walk across it now. Crying in my covered hands over my face. My tears fill up the sides of my walls. Lines of slow salty progress continue. I cried for so long I didn’t notice my salty ocean around me. My tears began to gargle in my mouth as I have to gasp for air. I waded in the salty waters looking up to the top of the ceiling. Floating in space. If I don’t stop crying, I’ll drown in the very tears that once helped me to heal.
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Nov 16, 2022
Nov 16, 2022 at 8:37 AM UTC
Crying a river
Looking down the road of my past to my choices and actions. Some great, some grave Some failures, some successes What did it all mean? What equity do I have now to show for it? Am I entitled to any? Does someone owe me anything? I’ve been crying lately. I’ve been crying inside for very long time. As I cry in my room, I let out deep emotions that have been with me for as long as I remember. Sticky and visceral they linger as I cathartically release them. I wept for so long. My floors begin to be completely be covered with my warm salty tears. The carpet is soggy as I walk across it now. Crying in my covered hands over my face. My tears fill up the sides of my walls. Lines of slow salty progress continue. I cried for so long I didn’t notice my salty ocean around me. My tears began to gargle in my mouth as I have to gasp for air. I waded in the salty waters looking up to the top of the ceiling. Floating in space. If I don’t stop crying, I’ll drown in the very tears that once helped me to heal.
Madame-X
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Nov 16, 2022
Nov 16, 2022 at 8:37 AM UTC
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