November 28, 2008
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Cry, cry,
my dear cry.
What good does it, to keep it inside?
Cry cry,
My dear cry.
Hiding your fears, your tears my dear
Cry yourself, I'll be here.

It kills no one when you drop tears
It's only said, for they don't hear.
What good are they; if they can't keep you pleased?
What good are they if they can't keep you eased?
Cry cry
Cry my dear.

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MyonlySecret said...
Dec. 5, 2008 at 5:04 am
Sorry to say that this isnt the enire poem..i guess i either forgot to copy and paste th whole thing, or they didnt post my entire poem but anyways..ya
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