Tears
How is this possible?
This flowing water.
How is this possible?
As my sobs grow softer.
What is this thing?
It's salty and wet.
What is this thing?
I can't seem to stop yet.
Who makes this stuff?
It's coming from me.
Who makes this stuff?
I feel so free.
Where does it come from?
As it streams down my face.
Where does it come from?
It's like a race.
When did this happen?
It feels as if I'm going to die.
When did this happen?
As I hunch over and cry.
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