There are times I want to cry.
Let go of all sterotypes and just cry.
Scream out my lungs and become a rage of emotions.

Everything becomes too much.
Past, present and future.
Eating away at your soul.

Everyday take it all in.
Everyday suffer through pain.
Building a beast inside.

He comforts me holding close letting all my tears flow.
Holding me like a baby as I die in his arms.
Resurrecting my sense of self and sanity.

Mortal are we all.

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