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No Name
tear drops fall onto the ground
creating a puddle of pain.
looking up at me I see
the image of a man,
one who has no eyes and is
unable to see, a man who
can't cry. quietly
he lives in a world thats
made up, true lies and false
truth comsume his soul to
the point where he is not free.