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Jan 2016
I'm through wasting tears on you.
It's exhaustingly harsh on my soul.
Wasted so many tears, I will never get back.
But, I came up with a way to get them back...
I've collected my tears in a shot glass,
Truly ****** up how fast I filled it!
I'm going to pour them in your drink,
And pray my blood tears will eat through your soul,
While clogging your miserable heart!
If all else fails...
May it at least water down your drink!
Written by
Annie Oakley  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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   Cecil Miller
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