A little while ago, I was more than a little upset.
I thought of crying to give myself an outlet.
I remembered the last time I cried.
The hurting heart, the breaking pride.
How I could barely breathe from sobbing,
How I could barely see from tearing up.
I remembered how I felt worse afterward.
I decided, crying wasn't really worth the effort.
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PerceptioN
PoetryNo despair. No depression. Some fun. Some PerceptioN. A collection of a few little products of my boredom. My best work is in the later chapters. ... Highest rank - #169 in poetry - 5/5/16
