Distressed.

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The tears I cry every day, 
Help me wash my sorrows away. 
The pain I feel no other may know, 
It is always fresh like new fallen snow. 

My mind strangles my thoughts and haunts my soul, 
Perhaps someday I may be whole. 
Until then, 
Whoever may know?

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