the anger
is palpable
holding back
a muffled urge
steeliness
at the back
of the throat
thin, silent trickles escape
the emotions
get denser
and the dam
must open
to release
every gallon
of sadness
and rage
please, just fucking hold me until I stop crying
I Write Her 
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Yes!
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It must happen! 😊
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So visceral, powerful lines.
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Thank you, Paul. ❤️
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You are very welcome Susi.
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Till there is someone you can ask’ hold me until I stop crying’ feel yourself lucky.
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Agreed, it can be harsh for those who shed tears while facing the onslaught alone.
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It is, dear, it is.
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I felt every word of this 🖤
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❤
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🖤🖤
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