Musings, Pain

Tears, wash me.

Even tears possess a certain kind of sacredness when you give them to the One who collects every drop. Not one is wasted. Not one falls to the ground. So cry. Cry it all out my darling. Tears are not weakness.. they are your cleansing.   

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