I want to cry, But somehow, All my tears have been shed. I never cried for happiness, I never cried for joy. I wasted my tear, On a problem, I knew had no resolution - Had no ending, But I kept crying to fill my eyes with tears - So I would not see my surroundings. My eye, Now like a desert, Deserted and dry Waiting for that one drop of moisture, that one intruder - To save us.
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