Tears
Roll down.
One by one.
Slow.
Painful.
Not a sound.
Hate.
Fear.
Loathing consumes.
Fighting.
Crying.
I'm losing this battle.
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Tears
Roll down.
One by one.
Slow.
Painful.
Not a sound.
Hate.
Fear.
Loathing consumes.
Fighting.
I'm losing this battle. Author notesagain...im lost...i don't know....i just wrote...and this is what comes out.... Just say it.....whatever it is on your mindComments
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