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Have you ever cried your eyes out?
Cried, cried, and cried and you are not even sure why you are creating a flood.
You just can’t stop from letting those tears from falling.
It is so catastrophic!
Especially when there is an electrical thunder that plays the different parts of your life
When you faced the most pain, or when you made your worst mistakes.
It starts pouring!
Tear after tear fall from your eyes,
It makes you feel as you are braking apart.
It is a torture!
And even when you want to get to the end of the storm, there is no stop,
No promise of a rainbow . . . would it come?
Will you be able to survive?
You feel beaten inside out,
Drained, and in pain.
Like a lost whimpering dog.
You wonder if those around you hear your cry.
Will they come to hang you an umbrella and stay with you until the storm passes?
But then some of the worst storms come at night,
When everyone is sleeping, when no one notices or sees the storm that you are facing.
And seconds go by, minutes, hours, until the moon hides and the sun is about to come,
And you have calmed down, no more tears, only your swollen red eyes.
You can hardly see a rainbow of any kind, no, not even a smile.
Just a calmness that you are not sure how long it is going to last, until the next storm comes.

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  1. Despues de la tormenta viene la calma but you're right; those emotions sometimes happen and there is nothing to do to stop them.

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