Why release me from where I never wanted to be, then wipe me away, so innocently, but yet phaselessly? I am a tear, yet you wasted me. I never asked God, to make me, to be what I am; a tear. Even though I hold emotions, and show you what I can do, doesn't mean wipe me away. That's such nonsense. I represent many emotions; hatred, sorrow, joy & happiness, sadness and much more. Why make me be wasteless, when I want to set in your pores and hug you? Why let me dry up, like a shriveled prune, and let everyone [every other tear] touch the other parts of your toned & chiseled body and NOT me? If you decide why you always waste me, and wipe me away, be strong and let me stay in my hiding place. I would love to stay there and be warm. I'd rather like to see what beautiful things your encounter in life, than be wasted.
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