Today I cried. I had absolutely no reason to. I just did. It was familiar, comfortable, enjoyable even. I read and thought of things that would make me sad. I wanted the downcast feeling to devour me. Only it doesn't. How long will I feel this way? Why is it that I have taken a liking to this feeling? I prefer it rather than joy. The light feeling in my chest. The warm tears trickling down my shirt. This intense feeling brings me home. I don't question it. Not sure if it is wrong or right, but I love it.
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Non-FictionNo not the woman's monthly visitor, the punctuation mark. It can symbolise either an end or a beginning of something new. One thing's for sure, it's not a question. It's a statement, an idea, a fact, a theory, an opinion. The list goes on. After peo...
