It hurt so much thats why
I've had to learn to cry
Not the little wet drops
But great big huge wet plops
Tears streaming down my face
Both sides fighting to win the race
Running down to reach my chin
Then start at the top, all over again
When the emotion has worked its way out
The tears stopped running, again a drought
Eyes left sore ringed and red
I feel more alive not quite as dead.
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