A reckoning
A collision
A shock to the system
None of it unexpected
Go ahead and shed those tears
Drowning in the pain
Throw the bucket out
Let the room flood
Then it’ll eventually recede
Categories: Culture, identity, mental health, Poetry, Psychology
psychologistmimi 
Tears High
Low Waves
Fill Ocean
Low
High
Always
Greater Than
Desert Tears Dry….
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