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Heavy at heart

This happens every once a while in every lonely heart. We fight and affirm against ourselves that we have been over it all. But after all this while, are we still holding on?
Not every cloud has a silver lining but yes every cloud has drops she has been holding back. Drops of love and sorrow she hides from the world. Have you ever wondered how people overreact? Well yeah, we call it being dramatic, sensitive or just having a low threshold. May be these are the drops that the cloud had
been holding back. A single drop more to hide and the weight is too heavy to bear.
Do you remember when you cried to sleep and your heart ached? Did you think about the other girl you saw back in school who was crying as well? "Such an attention seeker."
Yes we know someone who has done it. Our reasons always seem more valid than someone else's. With every tear that we shed, there is a story we never knew. And with every tear they shed, there are stories they don't know about us.
It is alright to cry. It is alright to let the drops fall. In the end we are just clouds with different stories.

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