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I’m tired of crying, but I can’t fall asleep. My loved ones resent me somewhere deep. These tears keep dropping, but they suddenly stopped. My heart’s bled dry, and my bubble’s popped. I’m home now and surrounded by smiles… and I’ll just have to fake one for another while. I yearn for love that I can’t seem to find, and my heart burns as I stick to the grind. Happiness and gladness sail right through me trailing crappiness and sadness forever may be! My emotions are turbulent as the wind on creaking trees… hopefully I can plant a seed for better leaves in this breeze.

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