Its alwas quiet,
in the land of tears,
a small green pasture,
in the land of fears,
all the doors are closed,
i'm within four walls,
secluded and isolated,
if i'm alone, will i bawl,
soft sobs leave my throat,
tear drops leave my eyes,
my hair hides my face,
i hate it when i cry, ...
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