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Silent Tears
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Silent tears wheal up inside,
never to spill out.
Bleeding wrists,
dripping down my hand.
The tears I can not cry
never to spill out.
Bleeding wrists,
dripping down my hand.
The tears I can not cry
Short little poem
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