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Tears

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder,

But my eyes are covered with water

that refuses to fall

Now, all I behold is neither hopes nor beauty

but misery and agony

maybe 

when this falls

these eyes finally will see that beauty can be found

even in the midst of a mess 

and that there's beauty in pain

like how sun shines after the rain




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