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08/15/23 at 11:07AM
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Life Stories - Memories
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I'm lonely. It's 3:30 AM,
and thinking of you.
Moisture in my eyes,
while thoughts from
my Childhood, echo,
"Big boys don't cry".
Why can't I cry or
get angry? Why must
I try to be strong.
You can no longer
see my sorrow,
nor can I tell you,
right at this moment,
how much I miss you.
