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If I cried tears of gold, would someone care for me?

Would people crowd around me?

Would people cherish me for who I am?

Or would they cherish my money and give me a  scam?

Or actually, they would make me cry so gold would flow,

and when they are content, they will let go.

Of me

my life 

my problems

my neediness

and I will let go

of

my

life

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