Like pearls from a string, her tears fall then run down her face as she recalls. All the things she wants to forget, buried emotions underneath the layers, there is no other way to heal than to sit with the pain. So she sits quietly and goes within herself again. Back down into the depths of her soul, where it is dark and forbidding, the place all the nasty stuff resides. Then once again, her tears come like a torrent from the sky
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