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I've been crying for 1 hour straight. The only rea

I've been crying for 1 hour straight. The only reason that I could find is I'm alone at that time. My parents are asleep although they are in another room. My friends might be partying with their friends or busy with their online friends. The boy I love must be busy with his girlfriend. I put my phone aside coz Instagram has shown me that I have caught up on everything (indirectly told me to fuck off). So, officially I'm alone without having someone or something to disturb my overthinking. As usual, it started with some random thoughts. After some time I started crying and it continued till 1 hour. Why isn't anyone here to see how my face is glowing after this flood? My nose is shining in that dim light too. After the crying session, when I started to write something, every sentence of mine is resembling a complaint, which no one really cares about. Since when has it become difficult to fill a paper with poetry? I'm not able to write those emotions in words. Is my poetry leaving me too, like these passing tears? Ah! Anyways, I won't stop crying until I meet myself again until I get self-motivated! Do I cry to find myself in that darkness whom I'm missing badly? Do I cry often? #bindu #B #crying #session #life #love #night
I've been crying for 1 hour straight. The only reason that I could find is I'm alone at that time. My parents are asleep although they are in another room. My friends might be partying with their friends or busy with their online friends. The boy I love must be busy with his girlfriend. I put my phone aside coz Instagram has shown me that I have caught up on everything (indirectly told me to fuck off). So, officially I'm alone without having someone or something to disturb my overthinking. As usual, it started with some random thoughts. After some time I started crying and it continued till 1 hour. Why isn't anyone here to see how my face is glowing after this flood? My nose is shining in that dim light too. After the crying session, when I started to write something, every sentence of mine is resembling a complaint, which no one really cares about. Since when has it become difficult to fill a paper with poetry? I'm not able to write those emotions in words. Is my poetry leaving me too, like these passing tears? Ah! Anyways, I won't stop crying until I meet myself again until I get self-motivated! Do I cry to find myself in that darkness whom I'm missing badly? Do I cry often? #bindu #B #crying #session #life #love #night
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