Sorrow taking hold inside, squeezing, trying to make me
feel it's intensity as I fight totally to keep it at bay.
Signals sending tears to my heart, omens of teardrops
falling soon from my eyes, turning me inside out in a
stage of life I'd prefer not to reside in.
Emotions, however, take no notice of these feelings,
just continue with their mission in spite of what I want.
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