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Red Eyes
My vision burns with water;
Its salt streaks down my face.
The world is blurred around me,
And I don't know me place.
Why did this happen?
Why does anything happen?
I ask myself these questions,
Knowing I won't get an answer.
My head spins,
My heart aches,
My hands shake,
And the floor sways beneath my feet.
As the world gets clearer,
I get my answer:
It doesn't matter.

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