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Nov 2014
I cried tonight
Soft pillows for which tears to fall
I felt the pent up strains
the aches and pains
drip softly down my cheeks
Does this make me weak?
Then let it be
Let it be me
that's screams aloud
through the tears
of pent up fears
that falls softly upon my cheeks
Priya Patel
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Priya Patel  Texas
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