My lifestyle poetry

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Unwilling tears

Every night before I go to sleep

I shed my tears unwillingly

Hoping no one hears my earth shattering screams

Centuries past still the same

Remains my tears from yesterday

My only companion won't go away

I would rather live without anyone

Than with my unwilling tears

Who decide when they want to appear

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