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The anxiety sucks the life out of me,
Like a thousand leaches on my soul,
Awaiting to be told who to be,
And how to accordingly,
My tears well so abundantly,
I cannot see
Yet never fall one drop from my eyes,
They are the bravest and most stubborn part of me,
I want to exchange my lack of mental control for all my tears resiliency,
Let them pour endlessly in my solitude,
While my mind is strong
Infront of you,
Without any definitives,
Your indecesiveness is in itself a decision,
I may not be able to see past the ocean in my eyes,
But I can see,
The finality in your GOODBYE!