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Someone cries in the night,
With no one there to dry his tears,
Sad, eyes full of sadness.
He smiles, for some reason,
questioning his worth,
his, small, insignificant life,
so his parents say..
He sits and cries in his bed,
so lonely, so afraid,
screaming inside,
begging for anything, anyone,
to hear him..
Happiness to him is a dream,
Something's getting in the way..
I will try to find my place,
In the Diary of Jane...
The boy rests silently through the night..
~Josh~
Written while listening to Diary of Jane, by Breaking Benjamin. I hope you all like it.
~Josh~
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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Hi Josh. Breaking Benjamin is awsome, just like you.
Love always,
~aqua-chan~
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. Washington Irving
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Thanks Aqua-chan^_^
*huggs*^^
~Josh~
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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