It is full of sadness,
it is full of pain.
They can be happy,
or they can be sad.
Some are of blood,
others are of water.
They are evil,
or they are pure.
Some are full of guilt,
while others are full of fear.
No matter what form they take they are still the same.
This is called a tear....
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