Sometimes the tears are in front of me
Sometimes they are behind
But the worst is when they are just sitting deep in my chest
A ocean with a steady ebb and flow
Not strong enough to crash
Not gentle enough to go unnoticed
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Sometimes the tears are in front of me
Sometimes they are behind
But the worst is when they are just sitting deep in my chest
A ocean with a steady ebb and flow
Not strong enough to crash
Not gentle enough to go unnoticed
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