men don't cry [Poetry]

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within one click of the clock's tongue
i found that i was drowning in it
i did not struggle
nor kick
nor thrash

i simply just allowed myself
to

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the tears flooding my lungs set my chest on fire
crying out in agony was a more than pointless endeavor for only muffled shrieks would dare escape my lips

the sun was not so courageous as to let its precocious light beams venture into the depths of the unknown lest they uncover undesirable truths