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Each Tear; A Memory
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Depressed Poetry Six years and still haunted
memories surrounding me
holding me captive
when will it ever end?
these tears flow freely
each drop: a memory
of that torture chamber
I thought i had escaped
this pain I can no longer take
my life is in ruins
i've shed too much blood
and too many tears bcuz of you
I hate you, yet you still insist
on standing there claiming that you love me
how much more of this
can one person take?
