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Nov 2010
the tears behind my eyes
hold no purpose
they hold no reason...

they wait...

they wait for a touch, a look,
they pray..

but they are tired
and have played these games before

deep down inside they know,
how blue they become,
and how good the pain feels

inside they know,
only they can calm the storm
Written by
Stephanie
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