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Sep 2018
I see you crying
Counting every tear as it rolls down
and pools in the dirt

You say all these words
None of them string into a sentence
That I haven't already heard

Trembling-
your voice isn't the only thing shaking
But I'll say it anyway

It's true, crocodiles produce tears.
They can actually cry.


You looked at me confused.
Would you have given me
the same look
if you knew what I would say next?

But the tears aren't formed from remorse
or sadness
They're formed simply to clean out their eyes.
So as I watch you, I'm questioning,
How many crocodile tears your shedding now
-here, for me?


---
How many of these wasted tears were made just as an attempt to wash the guilt from your sight?
Written by
Mya  26/F/Wherever Souls Wander
(26/F/Wherever Souls Wander)   
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   Edmund black, --- and Grace
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