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I let myself cry,

in attempt to purge my being

of this pent-up sorrow.



I let the tears flow,

free-willed and unfettered

by the ties that bind this soul.



I let the cleansing

wash over me,

like warm, summer softened rain.



I let myslef drown

in my own self-pity of things lost

and things that may never be.



I let the turmoils

rise with the tide, spill over

and flood the valleys of sorrow.



I let it go, for now,

knowing in time,

the waters shall rise once more.