Each one
Has a story
A memory
Something present
That push
Each one out
Filling up a cup
Or
Making a flood
Closing your eyes
Covering your face
So strong
No stopping
Coming from deep within
Some timelines
There is not enough tissue for
Some
Will leave you weak
Crying and talking
Is a crazy mix
Each thought
Pushes out more
Happy ones
Or
Sad ones
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