the tears again. My god you can't stop crying. You always cry. Even when you try, you try oh so hard to keep it in but then BAM it comes gushing out like a sorrowful waterfall.
I can't help it, you say, but hey I don't blame you. My god, you're having a conversation with yourself. Quick, grab the pills! Make it stop, make it better!
Will it ever be better? One would hope so. Go back, correct that.
Go back, correct everything.
My god, tears on your pillow, tears on your chest. Tears on your face and all the rest.
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