red
bloodshot eyes
hot with
I don�t know
anger,
sadness,
depression,
humiliation,
frustration
My rough hands rub
at the salty tears,
grinding them into
my irritated face,
distorted and ugly
I cannot look in them mirror
I close the door
on my tears
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| My face is distorted red bloodshot eyes hot with I don�t know anger, sadness, depression, humiliation, frustration My rough hands rub at the salty tears, grinding them into my irritated face, distorted and ugly I cannot look in them mirror I close the door on my tears |
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