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Acceptance

I waited for my tears to dry out. It never happened. I tried eagerly to drown them in strong liquid but to no avail.

The worst thing with an eternal stream of tears is the hollowness that appears within. The place where the tears once was becomes a place of arid emptiness.

The moment I succumbed to the tears and accepted them flowing down my frail body forever, that moment I started a new journey based on a new foundation, the foundation of never ending tears. I decided that tears are a vital part of growing old and that, as many before me, I had to accept fate and embrace it in order to glimpse shards of happiness.

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