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Tears that bleed from my eyes
landing onto my feet I bow my head in shame I cannot stand to look at you Solitude became my one and only prize Given up and caved under the deceit I took the blame for being untrue I stood before you admiration like a statue Solitude is what I receive when I tried to believe that solitude and regret weren't the only things I could get Tears that leak from my eyes the salty taste lingers on my breath as I remain looking at the floor it's easier than looking at you As this tear stain dries I give into death if I had only known what was in store That solitude would turn me blue
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