Stinging tears

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Tears roll by,
One drop after the other
One day living in the frigid cold of ignorance
The other in the burning out of anger

Tears roll by
With no rhyme or no reason
With more or than to gain
They just react and respond the same

Tears roll by
In a moments notice
Stinging tears
With no reason or rhythm

Tears roll by
Yawning or emotionally
Stinging tears
Living began to end where it began

Words fail,
Emotions give up
Life is not at an end
Stinging tears do remind -- I am alive

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