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Crying in the Shower

After spending endless nights wet in my tears

I noticed something strange

I take showers very often

No matter the time or day

I always run away to my bathroom

And in there, after I turn on the hot water

I lay down

And I cry

But the strange part is

There are no tears

Besides the stream running down my face

I feel no water escape my eyes

I have forever wondered why this is so

Years later

It has not stopped me from crying

I still force my eyes shut

Grit my teeth

And bury my head in my arms

Occasionally accompanied by

The silent wails

Just, for once

I would like to know

That my tears are not the only reason

My face is wet