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A plateau of selfish tears,
And a list about myself
lengthening in content, I'm

tired of waking up, and
finding little difference,
between being asleep.

Passive aggressive and secretive.
Sometimes I've not much to go by,
Still, I love them dearly.

So forgive me my tears,
cried so stupidly.
But boredom is something worth tears.

Early August '08

Cavan.