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A Poem by Misty

I love to cry
Cry and cry loud
For not the things i lack
But for the things i have
Yet, most of them don't serve their purpose
They're meant to hurt and hurt
They're called the truths
For which one dies to turn it a lie
Crushing the cells of my body
And abruptly making it all empty
As i scrabble words into sentences
Mind goes blank when tears fall
And with time i do realise,
Tears are the best companions to relieve your heart...