© By Jonathan P. Boribong
The tears that fell
From that boy's eyes,
And where they dwell
Showed that inside, he dies.
He lied on his bed,
Alone in solemn black,
Thinking about what they said
Only for those tears to come back.
Now, let him rest.
Finally in peace.
He tried everything to his best,
But his existence has ceased.
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