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Sometimes I cry
with tears all over my face,
visions blurred;
and I cry.

Sometimes it hurts
too much that I have no control,
over the spilling tears;
and I cry.

Sometimes it’s hard
to keep those tears on a leash,
as they gush;
and I cry.

Sometimes I cry
soaking in tears,
my heart weeps,
gasping for air,
my soul crumbles,

And, I cry
until the tears stop rolling down,
till it hurts no more.

Linking with Wordy Wednesdays at Blog-A-Rhythm, prompt – It hurts no more.