A Life
Upon my eyes tears take shape
holding in their reflection
the sorrows I have kept
for what I am not
and for what I may never be
Upon the eyes tears take form
to lay a path down my cheek
and bring to my lips
a sour taste of life
which none should live
a life of pain
a life of loneliness
the life I have chosen
believing she'll be better off this way
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