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Shh...listen, don't you hear? I'm crying, but they are silent tears. I'm crying on the inside so you can't see all the pain running through me. I cry for you, I cry for me. I cry for the times I can't, so if you listen, you may hear my silent tears. -Amanda smith The sky weeps for me and so does the grass, the world filled with joy is weeping in tears. I wish I could not feel this... this sadness, this fear. People in the black walk up to me with sad faces or white roses, some hug me, and some just smile sadly, all I could was lean on my wheelchair and hold my broken pieces together. it's hard, faking to be ok, is hard. "Oh, my baby," Adeline wrapped her arms around and cried, she embraced in her warm body and wept for her grandson, her only grandson who was the last connection