I wept. I closed my door; I sat and I wept. For something I didn’t do; my eyes wrung out like an old dishrag— my heart breaking with every tear sobbing and holding my head, I wept. Why I cried was because, I lied, it really was something I did, but just couldn’t admit.Birth sign: Not entered
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