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These Tears
This tears...
They soak my pillow
And just seem to swallow my eyes...
They darken these circles
And tug at my soul...
My insides are empty
So you would think,
They would be unable to cause pain...
But this corroding feeling of nothing
Does just that, and only that...
These tears...
They seem to go on, never-ending
Forever cold...
Filled with nothing
Yet everything...
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