Minutes after I start looking through piles of stuff I haven't touched in a while, I literally just sit down and look through all those things that remind me of old times. And I'm just there flipping through copy paper and programs and advertisements and notepads and graduation cards. I take forever cleaning.
I CryI read this during the summer and thought, "Can you say depressing. Okay, next..."
by Tupac Shakur
Sometimes when I'm alone
I Cry,
'Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confide in,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Than to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes...
I Cry
and no one cares about why.
I totally feel it now. I'm not saying I feel like Crying (haha) all the time or anything, but wow. I understand.
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