Crying until there's nothing left
Crying until the tears run red
Crying until there's copper in my mouth
From wracking sobs
From a broken heart
Just thinking I got back in control
A comment, a word, a look
And once more overwhelmed
By the pain of dealing with it all alone
Mist L. Reynolds
May 5, 2002
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