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The essence of one's soul Soothing, cleansing,running Freely down the cheek Allowing one to release feuding Thoughts held inside. A sign of weakness To the outside world Even though everyone has to sometime Alone in the dark, Crying to herself As she tries to forget the pain.
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Nov 17, 2012
Nov 17, 2012 at 4:27 PM UTC
Weak
The essence of one's soul Soothing, cleansing,running Freely down the cheek Allowing one to release feuding Thoughts held inside. A sign of weakness To the outside world Even though everyone has to sometime Alone in the dark, Crying to herself As she tries to forget the pain.
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Nov 17, 2012
Nov 17, 2012 at 4:27 PM UTC
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