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Yesterday, I cried.
I came home, went straight to my room,
sat on the edge of my bed, kicked off my shoes,
and i had myself a good cry.
I cried until my nose was running all over my pillow.
I cried until my ears were hot.
I cried until my head was hurting so bad
that i could hardly see the pile of soiled tissues
lying on the floor at my feet.
I want you to understand, I had myself a really
good cry yesterday.
Yesterday, I cried.
For all the days that I was too busy,
or too tired, or too mad to cry.
I cried for all the days, and all the ways,
and all the times I had dishonored, disrespected,
and disconnected my Self from myself,
only to have it reflected back to me in the ways
others did to me the same things I
had already done to myself.
I cried for all the things I had given, only to have them stolen;
for all the things I had asked for that had yet to show up;
for all the things I had accomplished, only to give them away,
to people in circumstances, whiich left me feeling empty,
and battered and plain old used..
I cried because there really does come a time when
the only thing left for you to do is cry.