Tears
tear after tear
i wipe
soaking up the towel
tears meant for happiness
are now facing tears witnessing trials
blink after blink
refusing to let another one fall
repeating the same quote in my head
tears arent made to fall
trying to store unwanted tears
in my over flooded eyes
remembering tears arent made to drop
so i refuse to cry
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