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Feb 2014
A single tear glides down my cheek.
It's warning me that I am bout to weep.
We used to dance, just me and him.
I felt, like I said something to win.
Then he fell, and he took me down too.
I turned around and let out a cry.
You lied, I thought you were all mine.

A single tear, slides down my cheek.
I swallow it
I do not weep.
I will be strong
Life will go on
*Tears
Crístál Válęntíná
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Crístál Válęntíná  New York
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