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Sting

The sting of tears
As my throat closes in
And my voice grows weak

I know it's stupid
It doesn't really matter
Not a big deal

But I can't help it
I don't want to be mad
I really don't

But every single time
That it happens
I feel that same

Sting of tears
As my throat closes in
And my voice grows weak



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ChildOfGod said...
Mar. 15, 2009 at 10:17 pm
That makes me want to write about crying! Thanks. :) Hehe, its odd how when you cry its not joyful, But when you go to write it about it, You're completely joyfilled. :) Good poem!
 
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