It was apparently okay to cry,
all over the spilled milk of soiled dreams.
Maybe it would have helped,
reaching into the depths of a fractured soul and pulling one last teary eyed performance from her.
It would have been so healing,
cataclysmically selfish, but a collective collapse that she had earned.
Holding on was all she could do, but it cost her so much.
Sincerely, Jennifer x 
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