I cried, not because I was hurt. I cried because I hadn't mourned your death. I know there's still a glimmer of hope that you're still alive, but what am I to think when there's no body and all that's been presented to me has been ashes? I think of all the times I was a let down to you. Those times have been overcrowded by the times you've shown me mercy and kindness. Still, they break free every once in a while and it hurts. Oh, how it hurts. They spring forth like acrid, acidic tears that burn as the roll down my cheeks and plop onto the floor. I don't know how to feel anymore and I just cry. I know it's not from sadness, I stopped being sad a long time ago. I feel like it's just all the leftover emotions seeking release.
I ramble.
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