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morcelleQuiet people have the loudest minds...
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The tears roll down my face, One after the other, burn like acid.

The tears roll down my face,

One after the other, burn like acid.

They each hold a memory,

And I’m letting go,

All of the hurt and pain.

Take me to nowhere,

Not here,

Where the world is so sad,

Even the clouds cry.

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