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tears D,:I've been forgotten by a friend
Scolded by a stern parent
Disappointed by a bad grade
It doesn't matter what the loss, but I'm crying
Weeping, sobbing, bawling until I die of dehydration
It just keeps on coming
I'm just not getting happy
My sleeve is wet
The tissue box is empty
My eyes are glassy
I'm not even that miserable
But I cry more
Till my sockets are swollen
My eyes are bloodshot
If I wasn't deplorable before, I am now
A series of unanswerable "whys" go through my mind
Why, why, why, what am I doing?
It's not until you see me crying
The tear marks streaking down my cheek in lines
And I'm gathered up in your embrace
And held against your chest so I can hear your heart
That I start thinking
"Maybe crying's not so bad."
And I forget why I was upset in the 1st place.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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