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| All-Alone These tears about to escape I'm catching them in my hands before they fall before I weep I'm preventing myself from crying...from caring from feeling I don't need to I don't want to These tears about to escape I'm catching them in my hands... But now I am shaking and my hands are opening The tears are falling onto the ground Dirty ground... I can no longer close my heart These emotions are killing me I'm lying on the floor... Dirty floor... and I'm heaving... Crying...Weeping... And I'm wondering how I became all-alone. |
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