I do not regret being created a feeling one, one that absorbs in immense capacity that which is felt not only inside of me, but by others as well. What is the most difficult to bear is having to journey through these emotions, having to understand them, deal with them and ultimately find a place for them to rest. Sometimes, this feels like the weight of the world, like more burden than is humanly possible for me to carry, like the tears of a thousand sorrowful souls that consumes me inside. I see what you do in your journey, how you make sure that you have one in each place should it be needed. I see their hopefulness, as I have seen my own, and I see their disappointment, as I have endured my own. This heaviness in my chest that squeezes, not physically, but like a lump in the throat that burns, it tightens around my heart. I feel her, across the pathway, the pregnant one, as she cries in her sleep. I feel the one on the end, the young boy from another land who doesn't understand this culture and is sad for his homeland. I feel your pulling away from my drawing near, even as you thirst to drink from me what you don't dare to let engulf you. I close my eyes to let my endless tears slide down my cheeks for I will never understand why some of us just simply cannot let go and live.
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