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Accept Tear
January is the month for the ''new you''
"The first chapter of a new book'' its going to be "your" year. But to be fully honest I always fall back into my old ways. January is dull, the sky is concealed with an airy blanket of fog and my life is full of overcast. The earth is disguised to those who don't want accept it. I'm often brought to tears easily by things, I have admitted to my myself that I am a crybaby. To me being a crybaby is really just accepting emotions.
accept, accept, accept
Babies don't feel ashamed of feeling, its a way of communication. No matter where you are from, the sight of a glistened tear is one of the strongest non verbal cue. We are connected by our feelings, I don't feel the need to restrict my self from being connected to emotions and the rest of the world. But I do fear it. Teenage tears can be the worst.
Still From: All the Right Noises
THE STING
PAINTED RED EYE
CHAPPED LIPS
THE FAMILIAR TASTE OF SALTY SADNESS
The realization that at any moment someone can drown you in your own tears, but worst of all you can submerge yourself in a watery grave of your own sadness. But I want to face my fears, I don't want to waste time missing out on the connection, but I also don't want to suffocate in my own tears.
I just remember to be fully submerged in that moment.
Feel the way it drips down my face.
The warmth of my cheeks.
I just want to accept
accept, accept, accept
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