the tears that roll down my cheek,
are sign of the unhappiness,
i face on a daily baces,
sweet or sour,
sugary or bitter,
moods change,
as quick as a flash,
up and down,
round and round,
take a step back,
look at the world,
in a driffenent way,
and all the problems,
you can see,
may not be as big,
as you think,
they are
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