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Invisible tears

I cry them

I keep them inside.

I cry them

over things that never were

and the things that’ll never be.

I cry them

as I am locked in this cage

and I think to myself of a past riddled with disappointments

and of a future just as grim.

I cry them

until my heart grows tired

and I drift off to sleep,

where I am overwhelmed by my dreams

when all of my reluctance is lost

then and only then

can I feel the tears roll down my cheek...