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May 2020
Dry
Streams down the cheek
Rivers of pain
They never run dry, but they're draining the ocean
Someday it will leave me broken
But there's no man who can repair it
No person who can patch the holes in my head
So these tears fall
Fall over my lips
They fall into my hands
And I'll collect them
Store them away
I will remember every hurt
And every tear
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Anynomous Revealer  19/M
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