Tears have dried
The tears have dried,
but my eyes are wet,
Fright is gone,
but my body still sweats,
My pain is gone,
But my wound is deep,
I want to speak,
But secrets are to keep,
I have closed my eyes,
But I am sleepless,
I may have cleaned up everything,
But my life is a big mess...
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