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Putting Yourself Back Together, A Found Poem

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I just read this poem on Elephant Journal, I was touched, and encouraged, and I thought I would share it:


Cry. In the morning, in the afternoon, on Saturday nights when it will ruin your makeup.
Tears are for washing, for protecting;
stuffed tears turn to poison, to hate, pulsing through the sea of you.
Cry when you are happy, cry when you are broken, cry when you need to
and because someone weak once told you it made you weak...

Moderator edit to remove full copy. To finish reading the poem, please follow the link in post #2 of this thread.
 
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