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Tears Don't Spill

My eyes,
start to water
But yet they do not spill
There is no escape from my hell
I have no choice but to live with my own mistakes
Can I actually lear from my falls?
From my crashes?
Can someone take my hand,
and guide me through this troubled world?
Before I finally break,
crumble,
and shatter


Written by brokenXxheratedxX (Lee Elizabeth)
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