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What makes ones self so sad,
to throw away it all,
to think less of our own self worth,
or not even some to try,
are we to wander aimlessly,
in hopes of passing by.
To not let anyone get close,
nor say how we feel,
and just hope no one notices,
the pain we truly live.
Not see the tears inside,
welling from within,
looking for escape.
Can it be no one knows,
if they perhaps sense dread,
trying to get out,
tearing us apart,
languishing away, in this muddled life.
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Tears of the soul
Tears of the soul
