I cry and cry,
Tears fall faster,
Than shattered words,
Flying off of fauletering lips,
A life of tragedies,
Is my cause for bitter actions,
My heart deep and dark,
As I watch my own world fall apart,
Through the looking glass,
I shudder from scars and marks,
Lost in my own sorrow,
I don't plan to see tomorrow.
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