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the tears behind my eyes hold no purpose they hold no reason... they wait... they wait for a touch, a look, they pray.. but they are tired and have played these games before deep down inside they know, how blue they become, and how good the pain feels inside they know, only they can calm the storm
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Nov 28, 2010
Nov 28, 2010 at 5:40 PM UTC
stormy tears
the tears behind my eyes hold no purpose they hold no reason... they wait... they wait for a touch, a look, they pray.. but they are tired and have played these games before deep down inside they know, how blue they become, and how good the pain feels inside they know, only they can calm the storm
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stephanie
Canadian
Nov 28, 2010
Nov 28, 2010 at 5:40 PM UTC
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