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My Ungrateful Tears
My ungrateful tears are pouring out of my eyes.
I try to control them but they always break free.
I willingly let then dance on my face from time to time.
But they are greedy.
They want more.
They want to consume me.
They don't care about how much I try to keep them safe.
They only want to be free.
To come and go as they please.
My ungrateful tears.
I try to warn them.
But little do they know, that someday they will will dry up and just fade away.