Your turn. Cry. It's alright. No one can see you now. No one cares anymore. You're a ghost as you call you self. Black tears you cry because you're not normal. Clear tears is what normal people cry. You're very different. Very depressing and cold. The sky is always gray. You have no friends. You're alone. Alone. Wanting him so much, yet he's so far out there, laughing at you. Jumping up and down making fun of you. Close your eyes. Think. He's killing you, slowly. Stop. The ocean is cold. Your feet are too. But mostly, your heart is. Black tears of lonelyness. The pain gets you. The Dark World has got you. You're going nowhere fast. You hear bells in a far distance. Running, you hope it's him, calling you. Black is all you see. Fog has got the air. You breathe tight. It's him... dead. But he's crying black tears. And your's are clear now.... The wind, it's eerie chill. In your mind, there's too much wondering, waiting... waiting for... How long you suffer the pain and die slowly. The stress finally got you and took you under. Is this right, thinking? Maybe.....
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