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Tear drops splattered across a yellowed page,
Ink flowing from my pen.
Bleeding into the paper,
Everything so jumbled.
Feeding the tear drops on the page,
So many things, so little time.
Memories keep me crying and dreaming,
The pen falls from my hands.
And I feel as though I'm stumbling,
for a purpose...