Tears pour down my face, for hurt not mine,
I cry in pain with face unseen,
her hurt now his, his hurt mine,
one girls hurt, hurting all,
her pain cutting deep,
wishing to die,
needing love,
spilling,
tears.
About Me
- Reboloke
- In middle school I dreamed of being a teacher or a writer. By ninth or tenth grade I'd decide both were crazy. Through the rest of high school I tried to figure out something sensible to do with my life, but I graduated still not knowing where I was going. Now I'm rediscovering those middle school dreams, and realizing they're not so crazy....
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