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The luke warm liquid rolls down my creased face, creating moisture trails like condensation on a cars windows screen.

Not a tear of sorrow or pain, annoyance or even joy.  Just one, a single sphere of salty water.  I wasn't tired its just a tear rolling down my rosy cheeks.

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⏰ Last updated: May 25, 2014 ⏰

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