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The girl who never cries


I am the teardrop of a woman

who left her family to make a better life.

I am the teardrop of a brother,

an irriversable soul who was lost to the world before twenty. 

I am the teardrop of a wanderer who found a mission.

I am the teardrop of a future inventor with a cure.

I am the teardrop of everyone who has ever loved.

Who am I? 

I am a burning beautiful soul.

I am a glass half full.

Filled by the present the future the past.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression!&nbsp;</p>

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