when you are finally here

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I always tell myself, that day I will allow myself to cry my eyes out.
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that
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when you are finally here.
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all these years of holding on, letting go, growing up... all these pains that I muffle with my pride, one day, when you are finally here,... I will be able to say it all, cry them out - I will be able to walk down the street with feather steps - rest my burdened heart. I will stop being the wonder woman I am not. To love, to care, to be loved, to be cared for. I still believe, no matter what, that day will come.
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. what takes you so long?