I know it breaks your heart to see me like this.

Such a mess.

Your instinct is to draw me near,

wipe away my tears

and whisper in my ears

how I got this,

I will rise above this,

I can do this.

But before you try,

let me ask you this,

be strong enough to let me cry.

I need the cleansing

that comes from tears

the natural rinsing

of tucked away fears.

Before you reply,

be strong enough to let me cry.

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