90th street across pleasent walking all alone
trying not to cry missing friends back home
taking off my sandals finally reaching the sand
my mind wishing to be holding a friends hand
burying my feet in hope of forgeting it all
''i hate this'' i scream as the first tear begins to
fall
i wipe my face from the tear that made it down my cheek
then i began to think crying makes one weak
crying wont make it better i force myself to see
but then again crying sets the mind free
 
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