tears
Tears don't show my fears. They show my rage, In that rusty cage. Those tears sear down my face. Thanks to my dear, I now have a fear. The last straw, brought up all my dusty flaws. The blood begins to flow. The tub begins to flood. My heart beat slows, the blood still flows. My eye shut close. The final tears don't seem so fierce.
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