Time to climb out of that blue gray funk;
Shuck off the haze that you wear like
a shroud.
You've cried enough.
You've died enough.
Time to come back and be part of the
crowd.
Sorrow and sadness indeed have their
place,
And reflection need not be berated.
But weeping and wailing should both
have a limit.
Crying is so overrated.
The anger you felt turned to tears in
the night,
To wake you with eyes caked and
gritty.
Time to reflect and get on with your
life
And stop wallowing in pity.
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