Crying bitter tears,
gushing like long awaited rain.
Anxiety is taking hold of me.
Empyth, longing tired soul,
the pain I cannot hold.
Worms become butterlies.
I catch myself surprised.
Reaching out ot my heart,
it's like we've never been apart.
The refreshing taste of friendship reaches me.
I wake up. I'm free.
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