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One day she’d learn how to cry in the open. To let her tears stain her face and her sobs still the crowd, let the world see the hurt that she carried in her soul. She wouldn’t cry in the corners of darkly lit rooms, behind closed doors or in empty corridors. She wouldn’t hide behind indifference or bury herself in acceptance. She’d no longer be the victim or a canvas for rejection.
One day she’d let the tears free-fall until the ground was awash and the poison released. And beneath her feet the earth would flourish and flowers of hope would take seed and bloom.