They roll down my burning face,
Unchecked,
Unauthorized.
Embarrassed,
I try to stop them,
But it's useless;
They keep coming.
These tears,
Though staining my face,
Bear my burdens,
Carrying them away.
So as they leave,
My soul feels lighter,
Less burdened,
Being rid of those heavy feelings
Of sorrow
Of anger
Of humiliation
Of loss
Of torment.
My tears,
At least for a while,
Wash away the storm inside me,
The turmoil
That haunts me.
And as the last tear falls,
I breathe
A sigh of relief...
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The Scrawlings Of An Idiot
I will eat you with my manliness.
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What if I'm the kindest demon? Something you may not believe in.
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What if I'm the kindest demon? Something you may not believe in.
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