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Crying

….I cried for a day.
I cried myself to sleep.
I cried through the night

A day turned into a week
A week turned into a month.
And a month turned into a year.
A year turned into 3 years
And so forth and so forth.
And then one day I just stopped…
looked into the mirror and what I saw was a rung out, wet, old wash cloth.
And on that day I vowed never again will I cry anymore.