"Every time a black tear falls, another dream dies...and a wet face supercedes a set pace for letting men between thighs...between cries and unseen why's, her insecurities rise...but her security in guys is where her insecurity lies...because every lie she buys pays the water bill for her eyes...she tries and tries to see the best in these guys...but the lack of reciprocity feeds her hope's demise..."
-A. Lewis
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