Poetry

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Sometimes I find myself drowning in my own tears.
I wipe them up and continue my day.
There is no time to be sad in my world.
I feel as though as I'm cursed, always trying to make everyone happy.
But when is there time for me?
I almost prefer it that way.
Because when I'm exhausted and my tears can't fall no more I'll sleep and sleep and maybe I can slip into somewhere else where girls like me don't need to try anymore.
They don't need to cry anymore.