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These tears are tainted, following cracks formed by sorrow
Lined pathways down cheeks a lifetime in the making
Bitter salt in wounds of my soul
As I taste my own weeping blood at thoughts of tomarrow
No broken vows take this burden on, back bent with the load
Expecting pain keeps no heart from breaking
Over love, mind has no control
And yet....knowing all this....I still chose this road
Tears are always tainted, Tears
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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