The tears of a dying girl,
Flowing like rain.
Harder and Harder,
Silenced by fear.
The tears of a dying girl,
Cut at the veins.
Holding that last breath,
Salty water, cleanse me.
The tears of a dying girl,
Marked by the shadows.
Stroked by isolation,
Haunted discreetly.
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