Life is full of them
Some times they’re happy
Or sometimes they’re salty
Don’t control them
Moments sometimes are crappy
And sometimes they’re faulty
Experience these moments
Each tear, falling after the next
As something you haven’t chosen
On a long and wonderful trek
Because each tear can mean something to you
Maybe not now, but it may eventually seep through
You are now stronger and more defined
As the years seem to be passing by
You know what you like and what you don’t
Maybe you’ll get married and maybe you won’t
Maybe you find out that you’re gay or bisexual
Maybe you’ll find something that isnt textual
It isn’t written down or defined
What these tears can often find
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