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Dry Tears

Ones true thoughts

Ones true breath

Can go unheard

But the false voice

Of fear and distrust

Can be heard

Through the cries of the devils and

The whispers of the liars

That may tear down one's so fragile spirit

And the tears they may have cry

Have now dried

And the voices of the broken

May now try to forget

The heart aches and misplaced faith

-Reishua Vargas

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