You don't grow up when you stop crying.
You probably stop crying when you're dying inside or are dead inside towards that particular thing, event or person.
You probably cry your last when these realizations hit you or when you mourn the loss of feeling what that particular thing, event or person really makes you feel.
You don't grow up when you complicate communication with fancy words.
You probably veil your thoughts and feelings in fancy words so that the real you can't be seen. So that your vulnerabilities stay camouflaged in pretty, intellectual conversations and silences.
You grow up because you have no space to breathe. You grow up when your face is pushed against the wall. You grow up when you figure your ego's your best bet. You grow up when everything else stops making sense. You grow up because you have to walk on and move forward (or backwards). You grow up because thinking gets you nowhere, neither do feelings. You grow up simply because you have to.
You probably stop crying when you're dying inside or are dead inside towards that particular thing, event or person.
You probably cry your last when these realizations hit you or when you mourn the loss of feeling what that particular thing, event or person really makes you feel.
You don't grow up when you complicate communication with fancy words.
You probably veil your thoughts and feelings in fancy words so that the real you can't be seen. So that your vulnerabilities stay camouflaged in pretty, intellectual conversations and silences.
You grow up because you have no space to breathe. You grow up when your face is pushed against the wall. You grow up when you figure your ego's your best bet. You grow up when everything else stops making sense. You grow up because you have to walk on and move forward (or backwards). You grow up because thinking gets you nowhere, neither do feelings. You grow up simply because you have to.
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