A box of tissues, the ends of sleeves, and the collar of my shirts are best friends I frequently see. Always happy to comfort me. i was never afraid of my emotions until i felt like i had to hide them because people would get angry if they saw me crying. so i turned every emotion into tears i could hold until the bathroom door closed and the showerhead cried with me. perhaps this is what made my eyes so sensitive. they burn in the wind and ache around the sun and when they close they only open for a sleepless tear to run.
crybaby – Stories by Noelle
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