Laying,
looking up at my ceiling
feel my eyes refuse the tearing
all the truths I am fearing,
are now appearing,
tired of rhyme
but am healing in due time.
Still remain seculded,
my emotions quite polluted.
Sleep escapes my tearless eyes
my mind restlessly cries,
emotions I wish to show,
Stubbornly do not go.
 
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