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Hi again. I was going through my book of poetry few days back and was amazed what all I used to write! Well, it was mostly a bit sad stuff - as I used to write earlier when I was very sad... And the words used to flow. One of the poems...

You see the pain in her eyes,
But alas, her eyes are dry,
She won't cry,
No, she won't cry...

You see the anger that burns from her gaze,
The madness that sets you ablaze,
She won't cry,
No, she won't cry...

You see the the fear that closes her eyes,
The smile she wears, is but a disguise,
She won't cry,
No, she won't cry...

Yo see death's hand that has glazed her eyes,
No one has seen her die inside,
They won't cry,
No, they won't cry...