When I was younger I was such a crybaby.
It didn't take long for me to ball my eyes out.
Someone could look at me the wrong way and
I'd start tearing up.
Alright that's an exaggeration.
But it was easier to cry back then.
I felt more attuned to my emotions.
Now I rarely cry.
Unless there's frustration edging at my skin.
Or I'm broken and I need to collapse so I can rebuild.
I hate crying now.
- When did the change happen?
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passenger
Poetry(poetry and short story collection) "please come home" / my body and soul long to shatter the dissonance and become , one.
