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Hot tears fall,
Disappearing into my pillow,
A storm of them,
Among a sea of salty tears.

As I cry,
All the pain fades away,
And taking its place,
Is nothingness.

No happiness,
No pain,
No anger,
I am numb.

I have to go now,
I must collect more tears,
So that someday,
I may cry again.

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EmmaClaire0823This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Jan. 12 at 10:29 pm:
This was good, my main thing is that in the first stanza you say "Amoung a sea of salty tears." You were already talking about tears so I would change the word "amoung" to something like "collecting" or "forming". Other than that this was very raw and emotional. 
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