Go Ahead, Cry
Hear that lonesome whippoorwill...
If you’re not going to cry, go sit with the old men slowly becoming a rock wall. There’s something to be said for saying no and for pushing back. There’s something to be admired in knowing how and in being certain. And there’s even something to being the hammer that gets the job done. After all, it’s your stubborn resolve that got you through all the long, lonesome nights. But now only tears will keep you from hardening into that rock wall.
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