Massive boredom

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Will my tears fall to freedom
And bathe the parched skies?
Freeing my dreams, my fears,
Freeing my will to die?
Will my tears fall upon you
And bathe your downcast face?
Drowning you within my depths
Leaving you no escape?
Will my tears fall silently
And let me quietly fall?
For when you think none is there
Is there one at all?
Will my tears fall for reason
Or just because they will?
Will they make me who I am?
Or am I that just still?

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Pyramid Game
be-
cause I
think I shall
this poem just may
go on forever
due to the fact that I
have a love for completely
and useless run on sentences.
no one here shall dare try to stop this
insane, odd, banter of a mad woman
who is getting quite tired now of counting
all of the syllables here. so she shall
begin counting backwards, attempting
to make a sensible end to
her madness that just may be
contagious, she is not
sure if it is or
not, so you should
try to stay
away
now.