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Sometimes when I'm alone I cry
Couse I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I cry becouse my heart is torn.
I find it different to carry on.
If I had an ear to confiding.
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you knowthat stops that long,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast
and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makesone cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes...
I cry
And no one cares about why.