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Crying
Slow, slower...& even still more slow Invincible I was--no emotions to show. I was now crumbling; the pain had won. The tears were coming; what had I done.
The pain was so great, it stormed my eyes. My soul cried from the core; my heart dies. Everything I was is now reduced to terror But worse were the ways I had hurt her.
The crying I could not stop, the pain too deep I could not confine dismay, nor composure keep. Let tears stream with their downward flow Drain my soul; its my fault, yes, I know.
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