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cry

Sometimes I cry for no reason

My emotions swell and my chest rises until I can’t breathe in anything but memories

The tears fall but they are not always sad

They are hopeful and proud, wishing and dreaming of something not yet caught in the air

A moment of clarity bound together by tiny drops of water leaking from my soul