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Mar 2010
Drip, drip, drip,
Goes the tears from my eyes,
I never feel happy,
No one ever hears my cries,

Everyday I'm in pain,
So I cry myself to sleep,
My cry is like a dog,
I just whine or just weep,

I wish the pain would go away,
I wish I wasn't upset,
I wish the tears would dry up,
And stop my pillow from being wet.
Written by
Portia Johnson
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