Cry, my heart,
I want you to;
You've seen a lot,
And held back all.
Those eyes, when shower,
Will pull out that
Which has made
My days and nights alike.
Cry out loud, for,
I'm tired of being numb;
Cry out loud, for,
I'm tired of being dead.
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