As these onions sting my eyes
tears fall.
As I cross my tired legs
I think.
I think about
birthdays
love
hate
friends
acceptance
rejection
cookies
envy
rage
sadness
and onions.
As these onions sting my eyes
false tears stain this page.
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i like this.....
although what you say you're thinking about is very random. i mean....cookies? i may need a further explaination...
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My mom was making cookies at the time.
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oooohhh. *hehe*
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