Her Weary Tale
By beefs and creeps,
She always weeps,
Although her sorrow sleeps,
Happiness Nevers beeps.
Times she swears,
Her eyes filled with tears,
Cries loud like bears,
Fall on only deaf ears.
Cracks formed on the wall,
All problems become tall,
She might slightly fall,
And maybe die for all.
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