At times,
when no is around
and no one is watching,
I sit by the corner..
and i start to weap.
At times,
i get a feeling of lonliness
as I remember my broken heart
and i start to weap.
At times,
I sit back and wonder why everything i do
always comes out wrong,
and I start to weap..
At times,
when the morning light rises,
I wonder if today someone
will hear out my cries...
in the meantime,
I start to weap..
..LaPincheChata..
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