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Blink
My tears becoming a symbol of my soul
Thoughts often tumbling out of control
Although my efforts are abundant, I fail
Blood searching my body, skin becoming pale
Blink once more, be sure the image is real
Could it be possible that they care how I feel?
Or do their eyes seek me as an amusing sight?
Leaving me with only memories to fight
For the intended recipient of my all has gone
Dreaming with tears to make light for the dawn
