The Teardrops

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The teardrops fall

To the earth made of mud

Yet these are not teardrops,

I am just losing blood

I'm scared for my life

Since it is now ending

But soon I relax

Theres no more pretending

I slice one more cut

The drops disappear

Though I am gone too

Along with my fear

Since I am gone now

Since I am dead

I can live happily

Within my own head

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