Number Seven.

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the tear drops stain your crystal blue eyes they turn to grey, why?

it just shows how dull they feel on the inside, because you hurt them like me.

you ruined the thing that thing i lived of, craved of and when deprived of it, i died because of it.

what is it?

well no one really knows,

how i feel.

apart from myself,

and that's love.

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