afraid to cry

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I felt their eyes, piercing through me with gazes as sharp as knives.Drip.I listened to their sweet lies, releasing the bitter poison that they implanted into the depths of my throat.Drop.I saw the sudden bursts of raw emotion, introducing me to t
The wind and the rain the storm in the drains. 
The more I ask for understanding the more I understand how corrupt this world is. I cry because how cold and unloving we teach each other to be.It hurts me to my soul The more I ask for Truth the more I know.
Sensitive Doesn’t give a damn Tough Isn’t afraid to cry Loyal Isn’t always there Love Isn’t always perfect
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