Dry

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I want to cry

I don't know why

But tears, they will not come

I'm stuck inside

No place to hide

Where my dark thoughts are strung

I can't decide

If I should fight

This madness that is mine

Oh, woe is me

Pity to thee

Whose eyes are still yet dry

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