tears of pain and joy,
some fount, same substance,
same consistancy, same...
Emotions, cliches, sick to my stomach,
never enough
never another
always alone without you
always searching
always hoping...even if that hope should have died
Even if I should have died from my broken heart
sic, twisted gods, to torture us so
giving us capacity to hate, to cry
to feel, to touch
to love
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