Teardrop
I'm a child, a suckling of my mother's Love. I used to be happy and spend days laughing. I am now an adult, haven't smiled in a while. It comes with being grown. No exciting adventures. And there tears Eye. He's been too strong. They softly murdered heart with her hopes and dreams. Finally, cheeks felt the teardrop. _IAmNelisekoSireDesha
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