i want to cry. i really do. but for once, nothing. no tears.
i can sort of feel the drops sitting behind my eyelids,
pushing themselves to the surface. but they don't come.
i'm not sure why.
but my face seems as dry as my spirit is.
i pray for restoration.
and i feel it coming.
not just because of my conditions.
but because i am seeking it.
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