I’ve never really cared for the sound of tears falling.

Plop. Plop. Plop.

Monotonous.

Boring.

Dull.

Maybe it’s because?

Every time I cried, I was berated.

Stop crying!

Don’t be a sook!

Sympathy was ever lacking.

So I save it for the shower.

Love leaking from my eyes.

 

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