That cry was confused, was searching and lost.
That cry was every cry held in for to long. Screams, a quick moment. So harsh, so strong, a forest fire scarring your outer lungs.
Breath taken, cannot grab, gasping to breathe. Underwater in a sea that's only rising.
The eagerness you have to breach the water, get that breath..
But can't.
Sickness in mind, black tar built up being flourished inside.
Spit out, make it gone, the feeling is just to strong.
You would do anything to get rid of it.
It's a cry that will ruin your makeup, that will make your eyes blood red, it's a cry that limps arms, weak, frail, and crumble you against the ground like dropped cement.
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It's that cry
