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Tears

When I see her tears, her pain why do I ache in here? Is this justice?
If the burden of both tears and pain were her, what justice would that be?
Were her tears and her pain to be mine, justice would be done
The tears welled up from her heart.
I made her cry. 
When her tears stream down here why do I ache in here?
She says I don’t understand anything.
 If I never understood anything,
How come I understand what I am and what she is?

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