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Sep 2018
Anger
Sadness
Frustration
All falling down my face
In a foreign form called tears
I look up
And listen to the reason for these tears
I hear them walking away
Until the only thing heard
Are my cries
I pick myself up
And get back to work
Wondering when these foreign things
Would make an appearance
Once again
Thanks for reading. I hope you liked it.
Written by
Stella
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   Teresa S and ---
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