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When the vulnerable self feels the rise of sad tidings, the weeping begins in that quiet and desolate way.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 11, 2020.
When the bonds of love begin to stretch and break I can only weep and let my soul come to terms with that most real of pains.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 11, 2020.
In weeping there is truth, a story of love told in tears.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 11, 2020.