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Tears

And the tears,
They fall unbidden
What do I do
When it happens
In the middle of lunch
Or while crossing the street
Or while standing in a queue
When I know not why the tears fall
What can I do about it all
Does it mean I’m no longer dead inside?
That the hurt within is healing?
Or is my heart further breaking?
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