Me

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The burning tears run down my face
I cry knowing that it's pointless
These wasted tears
Just fall right out

Everytime I get pushed down
And thrown around
After I get back up
I'm sweeped off my feet

First by love
It burns with as much intensity as pain
But it lulls everything into action
It makes me smile
When things are rough

Second by fear
It lurks in the shadows
Waiting till it's quiet
To rear its ugly head
Then it conceals

Third by pain
It throbs inside my head
It throws me into places
It leaves me ruined
And broken and alone

Finally by realization
I realize that my story's just a piece
Just a piece of the puzzle
The puzzle that creates us
The us that loves, fears,hurts, and carries on

I realize that this cycle is the way
That mankind thrives
It's the way we're human
It's the way we're individually "me"

These burning tears collect
Collect memories for the future
Those terrible words collect
Collect to reemerge a new life
A new something to live with.

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