The End 11-28

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2003

My eyes are being cleansed

My cheeks are feeling wet

I hope this feeling ends

When you pay off your debt

I doubt it now though

As I think about the past

It's like the rising dough

It disappears so fast

My joy quickly disappeared

When I learned what had happened

It completely reared

And that was the end

Author's Notes/Comments: 

tears help. not.

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