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I lay my head
On the pillow
I always trusted
It never comforted
Nor judged me
It was silent
I liked it
The only sound in the room
Is the needy gasps of air
The only taste in my mouth
Is the salty taste of my teardrops
They mix with the bitterness
Of my regret
My pillow knew all my sorrows
My secrets
It was the only thing that knew
The real me
When I close that door
It was the only thing
That saw my real
Teardrops
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My Book Of Sad Useless Poetry
RandomThey warned me about thinking too much, going too deep into the ocean, yet here I am drowning into it's dark cold water.
