Second empat perkataan

I am crying. Reading. Weeping. 
Relinquishing, I am grieving. 

Right now, calmer; writing, typing. 
Breathing slowly, tears stop, thinking. 

How strange to be reading, weeping;
Brené Brown's book simply stunning. 

Now I'm sleepy, headed to bed
Lying down now, what's left unsaid?

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