I t is a horrid thing, to cry.
C ontrol leaks away.
R eality sinks in.
Y ou realise there is nothing to do.
F or a long time, you can't stop.
O r control laboured breaths.
R eal tears aren't pretty.
Y ou can feel utterly alone.
O nly you understand.
U s - 'us' no longer exists.
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