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Why I cry

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Oilux

Published: Oct 11, 2012

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I like to cry myself to sleep at night.

I cry for my cat who was run over.

I cry for my father who left me.

I cry for the friends I have lost.

And I cry for the bullies who push me in the halls.

I cry for me, myself, and I.

I cry for the body that I don't have.

And I cry because I'm not happy.

I cry for my broken family.

I cry for lost love.

And I cry for the unwanted.

I cry for the people death has taken from me.

Every night my pillow soaks,
gathering the tears that I shed.
By morning they are gone
and no one knows I cried myself to sleep.

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