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The eyes are but the glass, like windows to ones soul.

Eyelids are the shutters behind which torment is hidden.

The sobs we utter, are but are shrieks of pain.

The tears are but the realization that aid will never come.

Hi, how are you? What is up? Cool, well, I gotta go. bye!

To live ones life free from the constraints of judgement is truely bliss.

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by crackpotpoet

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( Posted by: SingChi [Member] On: April 4, 2006 )

wait no,....
aid will come, if you cry loud enough to be heard

( Posted by: SingChi [Member] On: July 3, 2006 )

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