For Days

For days tears have been in my eyes, even when night comes they are still there stinging to be sunderstood, but never do they fall. Nor do I understand nor do I think I want to. Sometimes hoping they would fall and understanding would come also, but that moment hasn't arrived. So I sit here hoping that just maybe someday soon both will fall and bring back something that feels like it's been lost.

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For Days

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