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Tears My tears stain the paper as I try to write. But yet, how do I write of the darkness I feel in my soul? My reflection in the mirror is blurred and I don’t see myself clearly. I rub my eyes and now see all I hoped to be, but have yet to become. I watch as my dreams flow off my cheeks like a raging river. I look into my eyes and they’re glazed over as if I’m dead. They lack expression of any feeling and seem barren like the driest desert. The pain starts to flow like an unexpected rain and the ground can absorb no more. This is how I write of the darkness I feel in my soul. It’s now I realize the blessing of my tears, they cleanse my soul and lift the darkness. |
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