Shits n giggles falling down the cheek like rain. It leaks out to humble the mind damn near coming outta it's frame. Fuck each tear sliding with the curve of the face. But am outlet is needed behind closed doors to fell sane. It ain't always about how middle fingers stand upright. Sometimes letting loose of the pressure relieves the fight. Settling the nerve so it to can have a night off. To bare the details changing within that simply feel lost. In such a huge world where outta millions only a few can be counted on. Just to feel the moisture flow n let go of an ever changing norm. With laughs that halt to relieve the heart of the weight applied. Unable to hide truths so self is incapable of lies. N that's when the depths surface to rise to the occasion. Giving one good cry up for the sake of what's known as a sensation. As getting back to life is just a thing that happens. Until the next time a little therapeutic whimper eases the beast needing a bit of compassion. When the pour is too much to ever hold in. So chuckles can once again create a grin.
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