How do we shed our tears?
Do they dry themselves?
What makes us stick to the ground,
Every time we lose our senses?
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The last two lines of your poem resonate with anyone who has been in inner pain... be patient, life is going round and round and without knowing it you will be taken onto the carousel. Go with it! Congratulations on your 18th... it's a beginning, you will be astonished.
As always, a mind-snipping poem. Please read mine, Alone...