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Aug 2013
somehow this happens every time
it’s confusing and i don’t know why
each time a friend fights back tears
i join in with them and we both cry

i’m certain some would find it odd
that one might play this curious role
and while it does little for my facade
oh the wonders it does for my soul

teardrops are aspirins for the soul
wounded
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