Haunting me.
I fall apart as it flows.
It screams in the wild.
There with me
like a broken child.
It comes like cold.
Leaving me here
with no one to hold.
It comes and it goes.
Teardrops are knives.
I fall apart as it flows.
It comes like eyes
in faces not my own.
I fall apart as it cries.
Is this me, is this me?
Teardrops are knives
that never can see.
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