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May 1
I’m all out of tears
They’ve dried through the years
I thought they were a sign of weakness
Yet I continue to portray my meekness
In surrender, I close my eyes to pray
Even still the end may never go my way
Pain and loneliness overflow within me
If you hand me a rope, I’d gladly find a tree
The sound of distress breaks through my emptiness
There is no other topic I feel compelled to address
Kimberly Rose
Written by
Kimberly Rose  21/F/Central Cove
(21/F/Central Cove)   
     Monet Echo, hiba sajid and Rob
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