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Crying has always felt
Like a tangible translation of my spirit
Just as my eyes fill up with tears
That eventually overflow
My head fills up with thoughts
That cannot be contained
All I need is for someone to hold me
To provide some headspace
That can accommodate these spilling thoughts
