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Sunday, July 31, 2005


Tears sting my eyes,
Blurr my sight,
Rolling down my cheeks,
They're cool droplets,
But that pity turns to rage,
The tears turn hot with hate,
I swipe them away,
And hold back the fury,
I wont cry for you,
Not when you slap me
When I'm on the ground,
Weak and defencelss.

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