"In my tears comes so much demand to stay afloat. Seems like the more I hustle the more demand it asks for. In my tears I ball up everyday, but no tears falls from my eyes, only in the body of my soul. Man, I wish prople can see or even feel the sadness I run from daily? Or know how deep the pit of my tears cover, to keep me from really wanting to call it quits, and just die. In my tears comes so much of who or what is coming, and much it will want in order for me to feel peaceful and suspicical to it? Cause all I have is the faith, all I have is the will, all I have is neverending wanting of being at peace. But, in my tears, all I have is gimme gimme, gimme. How fucked up is that?"
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