Tears are just salty, bitter pieces of mockery. They laugh and scorn you for weakness. They squeeze themselves out of you, creating a pounding of drums reverberating through the skull. They create the pulsing redness covering the whiteness of eyes. After they dry, marks of their footsteps pattern the cheeks. Tears leave you juiced and tired and helpless, useless, pained! Curse the tears that fall from love. They’re all lies and mockery bundled into salty wetness running down your face.
I wish they were gone. No ducts of tears at the sides of my eyes, no witness to failure.
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