IfIrememberedhowtocry, I would be.

Stupid car accident; I need that release. That release that only a good, long, cold, wet cry can bring. So much has happened.

Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise that I cannot produce tears ever since that awful snowy day back in 2008.

Maybe I would not be able to stop. 

Maybe I don’t want to cry. 

Who am I kidding; I want to finally cry. I do have other outlets. Running, art, studying random, or not so random, stuff. Iwanttoletitoutrightnowbecausetheymakemefeel broken.Hetellsmehewon’tbewithme…thenhekissesme. Deeply.

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