-cry-
When we cry
Everything
That was hidden
Is released
Pools of water
That we stored
Are pouring down
And staining us
The stains are
Everlasting
But they stain us
With freedom
We break down
And we scream
But frustration
No longer holds us
For when we cry
We cry the feathers of sorrow
That becomes a bird
And flies away
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