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Anger Sadness Frustration All falling down my face In a foreign form called tears I look up And listen to the reason for these tears I hear them walking away Until the only thing heard Are my cries I pick myself up And get back to work Wondering when these foreign things Would make an appearance Once again
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Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 1:25 AM UTC
Tears
Anger Sadness Frustration All falling down my face In a foreign form called tears I look up And listen to the reason for these tears I hear them walking away Until the only thing heard Are my cries I pick myself up And get back to work Wondering when these foreign things Would make an appearance Once again
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Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 1:25 AM UTC
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