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Sometimes when I'm alone I cry because I'm on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm,
they flow with life but takes on form.
I cry because my heart is torn and I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confide in, I would cry among my treasured friends.
But who do you know that steps that long to help another carry on?
The world moves fast and it will rather pass you by than stop and ask what makes you cry.
It's painful and sad
..... sometimes I cry and no one seems to care. Why?
© Juliet Tyover
The tears I cry are bitter and warm,
they flow with life but takes on form.
I cry because my heart is torn and I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confide in, I would cry among my treasured friends.
But who do you know that steps that long to help another carry on?
The world moves fast and it will rather pass you by than stop and ask what makes you cry.
It's painful and sad
..... sometimes I cry and no one seems to care. Why?
© Juliet Tyover
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