Forbidden Tears

 

Like a piece of cigarette butt, thrown in a huge space.

Stomping everywhere, making the atmosphere so defeaning.

Without anyone to pick up, here is where it seems forever.

Crying willingly. Desperately being there. But in this cruel world, a sign of weakness is a sign of loss, is a sign of defeat.

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