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Salty Drops
Salty as the ocean.
Falls like rain.
These drops crystallize my thoughts
and thaw away my heart.
My shield crushes me
and cease to its purpose of protect.
The soul of mine curves inward.
Mind becomes waves of uncontrollable feelings.
Why does it hurt to be bleeding?
Clearly, we are not bleeding when our face has salty drops proceed to portray our inner thoughts.
They do not recede when we wish them to.
Tears continuously fall out of our characters.
In a way, we become heavily sweaty from our excessive mood swings.
Our characters slowly tarnish.
No one can run.
No one can say they don't feel.
We all feel.
Tears is the one to heal,
yet it is our fear.
The fear to tear.
We know when that fear comes near.
The face crinkles.
The attempt to hold...
unfolds.
Sadness.
The natural mess
that we never confess.
-Snow that flutters down like feathers