That dark hole we succumb to

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I'm crying.
Why am I crying when there is nothing wrong?
I can't stop those rivulets of weakness glinting off my skin -
There's nothing wrong, of course not
Nothing is ever wrong.
So why can't I stop these tears?
Tears that tear so recklessly at happiness,
I call them tears of that though, that happiness,
Because others will assume that something is wrong
When there is nothing wrong, I just need to cry,
These bottled up droplets of distress crawl out my eyeballs
Ignoring my every command to stay put
Because there's nothing wrong,
But I'm still crying

AND NO ONE SEES A DAMN THING

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