To cry...
If the world would give pause
I could...

..no..

It won't stop for me
Nor let me shed these tears.

To much to do.

To much still needs to happen....

And even then could I let myself?
Would I even enjoy that final cry?

The release,

To wail and moan with utter disregard

Let them stare, just don't touch me or comfort me
Is it worth looking forward too?

In the end I would just be let down.

It won't live up to these golden expectations.
It will only occur and I will dwell

Such is the curse of an everyday life

To keep going on.

When can I cry?

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