Dear tears,
You happen to be the ones trying to shed, to be free, to stream down my tired and now lifeless cheeks, as I take try to calm myself down. And write one more poem, one more meaningful yet non understandable for those whose life has been perfect since the moment they took their first breath type of poem.
But it's fine, I'm not judging. Everyone has problems. One's just happen to be harder to go through than others'.
I believe that's called life.
And even though I was born to live it,
I wish I could quit.
-ccpandora
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