weep, child, weep,
you're immersed in the melancholic sea.
let the salt seep,
oh it burns, don't you agree?
drop by drop,
the sensation continues.
stop, please stop,
there aren't any more tissues.
the void surrounds,
the plague of loneliness spreads.
the virus compounds,
are you scared?
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