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She Doesn’t Cry I feel the world turn as my heart burns. I feel my life heave as I watch her leave. But she doesn’t cry, only watches me die. I feel the ground shake as my pride starts to break. I feel the cold air and begin to not care. But she doesn’t cry, just walks right by. I feel the tears fall as I lean on the wall. I feel them all stare but I do not care. She doesn’t cry, only says goodbye.
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