Poem: Cry

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Why do you ask me to cry,

Why do you ask me to die

Every time you look at me that way

A piece of me dies inside

I stand back…

If I had tears in me left, now is when they would fall.

Why treat me this way,

Why do you scream that loud,

I am right here, I hear you

I have to obey to make this end,

Should anyone have to hide to get some peice?


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