I tend to be unique in the most awkward of ways. I sit alone, crying myself to sleep.. but alone these tears feel as if someone is lurking behind each one. Who are these tears for? And what brought them on? Welting up, I dry the tears away hoping that forever they will just go away... but again.. I find myself reaching for that "Thirteen" to find
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