My eyes burned. I could feel them filling with pools of liquid. Building up on my eyelids... Wasted tears. Soon they would overflow, slide down my cheeks, spill onto my lips, drip off my chin, and onto the floor... Wasted tears. They are mixed with feelings of fear and anger, hurt and rejection, lonliness and sorrow, even hunger and pain... Wasted tears. When will they dry up and leave me drained? I suppose they are all I possess, all I have left of you. And for you they are simply... Wasted tears. 
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