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Sweet, Bitter, Angry Tears

Like a small flowing stream, down my cheek. A little stream that is full of great big emotions. Spilling everywhere. Like a leaky faucet, that only continues to drip. Almost seems to be a never-ending stream, but all things come to an end. Eventually, the stream stops when you are out of tears, like when you fix the leaky faucet. It makes take some work and time but it will stop. Like the warmth of a cup of cocoa on a cold winter day. The nice feeling of when the sun shines on your face. The warmth of being in the covers is warm and cozy. Being bundled up in a cold snowstorm. The warm feeling of holding a cat. But as always, all things come to an end. The warmth will eventually come to an end. The bitter saltiness of the great big oceans. That salty sting when you get a mouthful of ocean water. When you eat something that is overly salty. But eventually, the saltiness stops. The salty drops will stop rolling down your face and onto your lips. Your tongue will eventually stop tasting the bitterly salty drops. But the cause of these salty warm streams? The boiling anger is like a pot of chili over a fire. Like a raging wildfire, burning everything in its path. Like lava spewing from a great big volcano. The deep sadness that storms like the sea. Like the storms on the sea drown and sink ships in its path. Like a tight blanket being held over you. Like being trapped deep in the great big sea. The sunny happiness is like a great big cloud ready to burst. Like a child seeing a candy shop. Like a puffer fish swelling up until you just might burst with happiness. Like petting a small puppy The horrible nervousness is like swarms of angry bees in your stomach. Like you might melt like a popsicle in the hot sun. Like when you have a stomach ache and are scared you might puke. Why? You can explain with all the scientific facts and research you want, but I will always believe that when our bodies can't handle the emotions too big for them it spills. Like an over-full bottle. The bottle will either explode or spill. The cause of these warm salty tears spilling down your cheeks. Sweet, bitter, angry tears.

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