A Cry

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The walls that I built up
Are slowly falling down
Right in front of my eyes
An image that I despise.

My face could only afford a frown.
Tears was forced out through holes it had worn.
Have you ever wished that you weren't born?
Heartaches were just a bop.

Hear me out
I'm just trying to let it all out
In deep sorrow
For I am not sure of tomorrow.

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