The Big "C"
Yes, I proclaimed, as the tears rolled down my eyes
this is the new me,
free,
and now i have to be
what i must set out to be
for when only so young
and full of such
unbearable
unforgiving
greif and sorrow
the light at the tunnel has been burnt out
the tears keep rolling
and pouring out of my eyes
they won't stop
they just keep running away from my eyes
never to return again
this is what happens
when life takes a cruel
grueling
torrential
turn
for the worst is yet to come they said
as all i did was wept
wept
and wept.
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