I feel it inside of me.
But it doesn't hurt, it makes me feel free.
It helps me understand what cannot be said.
Why do I lay here and cry, every night in my bed?
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Tear Stained Cheeks And Bloodshot Eyes
PoetryThe angel lost her grace, As mascara ran down her face. She forgot love, remembered hate. She no longer had her faith. With tear stained cheeks, Through bloodshot eyes, She saw only pain and suffering. Love, she couldn't conquer. As the blue sky fad...
