I don't wanna do this,
how do I make them stop?
always wiping,
gallons of tear drops.
It might be a habit,
but i know my heart,
lies in depression,
so it is not a habit,
just...a sad expression.
Some thoughts,
some reasons,
I can not explain,
all i know is,
I'm sick of this pain.
--All Poems by Tia E
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