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Black Tears

December 18, 2008
By Anonymous

Black tears stream down my face as
I wimper with regert.
The fine line I walk of hatrid, friendship an d love is now meerly only a thread.
I am an outcast.
I am unlover.
Iam coverd in black tears.
He seems so faithful, he seems so in love.
So i'll smile and walk away.
As I lay on my bed, wimper in regret, and cry my black tears.


The author's comments:
Now that I look back at this poem, I sound pretty emo. But i was disgusted with myself at the time. So I can see where it all came from.

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