There's a puddle at my feet.

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Each drop is a teardrop

falling from my face.

Each drop is a teardrop

making up the things we don't want,

the things we could live without.

Anger. Sadness. Death. Hurt.

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Each drop is a teardrop

of the things we can't stand.

Envy. Lost. Depression.

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Each drop is a teardrop

of the things that surround us each day.

Horror. Anxiety. Tears.

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Each drop is a teardrop

of the things we'll all one day live through.

Guilt. Grief. Terror.

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Each drop is a teardrop

that in the end shapes one word.

Life.