I did this really quickly a bit ago. Trash it, but help me.
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The tears it bore,
ran down its face.
Disturbing beauty on it wake.
I feel the pain
that it feels.
But can you see the tears I weep?
I am this flower,
strong but soft,
in the darkness,
seeking light.
Each day the tears roll down my face,
and all I can do is try to forget.
