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Weak?Irridescent teardrops make their way down my cheeks. Knowing exactly which way to travel, the shortest path, no reason to be dramatic about it anymore. A daily occurence... looked at as weakness by others, but as an absolute strength upon myself. It's not easy to let them see you weak and ready to resign. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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