Tears
Salty tears run down my face. Are they started by rejection, Critism, or my own lack of self-worth? They run down my face in steady streams like chilling secrets revealing themselves to the world. Determined to be recognized. They move slowly,warm and steady like blood. As they absorb into my skin I grow stronger and stronger on the outside. But weaker and weaker on the inside. Written January 24th, 2002 © on Jan 24 2002 12:07 PM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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"Salty tears run down my face...."