The salty tears, flowing down my cheeks, the broken heart, tenderly growing weak, the silent wallows, heard by only my pillows, the states of bereavement, killing every form of relievment, the unbearable moments, that the ground refused to gulp my being, the scary moments I just didn't wanna be seen, the dementating incidents, making me question my very sentiments, and these very all, did grow me strong, these very all, did abstain all wrong,...