Out of the darkest nights of tears and pain comes the brightest smiles; because the night is over.
The sun rose and used the tears to water the roots for stronger branches to wrap around someone who's sun hasn't arrived.
The night will come again, but the previous exposure will allow you to adjust and navigate through the whispers and cracks of the wind that once frightened you and now guides you.
Listen to the still noise that screams in that dark matter, it can only be heard once you've realized that its the same voice that has been drowned by others voice.
She is trying to tell you something.
Everything will be alright, self.
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