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I cry sometimes because I have to

Sometimes shoulders and ears are scarce

And cheerleaders unless you’re on their teams

Well their words and attitudes can be taken as fierce

I cry when the weight of things seen

And more often things not caught with the human eye

Arrows and issues hurled and sticking into my flesh

Tears fall like rain staining my cheeks

And even myself can’t understand why

I cry sometimes to bleed a wound

To offset a tremendous imbalance of weight

Placed upon my weakening shoulders by others

And sometimes me because I bought into the lie

That this is my fate

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