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'GOOD' MORNING

The birds are chirping. The crickets are singing. The sun sneaks in to proclaim over the landscape askew. Dawn is breaking. The clouds are shaping. Woow!!! Look how the rays tear apart the skies, then split to the seven true colors as they pass a tiny dew.

Wait! Listen! Listen again. Cries of a young lady. The cries of a young lady in distress. Not so loud, not sooo...

A true gentleman they say, ought to hold her close. Hold her close when tears, of pain not weakness, are too strong to be held back instead roll down her chubby cheeks. I want to share her teardrops, for tears shared form a special friendship.

Coming to understand her sorrow, coming to understand her pain, her tears are just but a reflection if not a shadow of the tears of blood that fall from her broken heart. A heart so brittle, broken by love. A heart left in isolation. Promises broken. Forevers turned to nevers.

Trying to convince herself that wounds heal and life goes on, but knowing that she's been hurt, a hurt so deep, it cuts like a knife. The sacrifices. The trust. The benefits of doubt. All dumped and trashed. Crushed like a roach in the hands of a fumigator.

She had changed her way of living. She had to be a one man woman. But he was not the one, because when they experienced impediments, he showed his true colors. I try to imagine how it began between them. I see her resisting for as long as she could - seconds, weeks - Her mind searching for principles her body did not seem to have. But then her feelings grew and grew. She thought he was different. Did not really believe that all guys are the same.

Now, hatred screams underneath her skin
The anger she feels pulses through her veins. Her tears, words her heart can't express. She cries for the seconds spent. The time wasted. Still she has to gather enough strength, to put it all in the past. For her scars to heal. For her to move on. To find love, a love that is real.

She has to leave back all her worries and troubles of yesterday. Promise herself to make today a better day. For a new day lays ahead of her. A gift, totally new.

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