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Saturday, December 29, 2007 8:17 PM

I've always wondered about the purpose of crying. It does not alleviate situations, nor does it present you with answers. It leaves you feeling like crap and it forces a headache unto you. It reveals your weak human spirit and soaks you in your own defeat. We cry when we're sad, when we're angry, we even cry when we're happy. We do the exact same thing when we're both hurt and overjoyed. I don't get it. Maybe it helps you to feel a little better sometimes, to let go of some steam. But amongst all your tears and fist fights, reality is just rubbed harder and is etched into you.

The dark and gloomy

Frozen memories

The simple joys of life

A perfect glimpse of hope

Endless wonder

Or a perfect shot of your everyday life.


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