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Tears Dried

I could hear him cry, aloud
I could feel the tears, phlegm down his mouth
He's just a child but the mum won't understand
She was too defiant to maintain her scolding stand

He wouldn't stop crying
I couldn't stop my heart from pounding
I asked myself if she was actually prepared to have this baby
Or was it a mistake unexpected, maybe.

I went out of my room, walking towards her door
I called out her child's name, "Nelson", and the crying stopped
He came outside, filled with joy in his heart
In me a playmate he had, a friend who wouldn't make him cry.
Written by AIJoe (Aondokator)
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