Today, I realized I don't cry so much like I used to.
Like in my early 20's.
There are normal times of sadness, but not the horrible feeling...
I don't feel unconsoled.
Amazing - that those tears could be finite.
Things didn't just change; I was helped.
It's a blessing, how your life is woven together.
You see the bright colors' of others' threads,
and a door opens to a bright history.
Yes; I was helped. A loving one brought me here.
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