Sad poetry

Man Alone Is Born Crying,Lives Complaining,And Dies Disappointed.
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The Body Is A House Of Many Windows :There We All Sit, Showing OurselvesAnd Crying On The Passers-By To Come And Love Us.
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There Have Been Times,When I Have Deliberately,Tried To Take My Life,I Think I Must Have Been,Crying For Some Attention.
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Crying Is Right At Hand,In The Smothering Dark,Closed Inside Someone Else,When You See How Everything,You Can Ever Accomplish,Will End Up As Trash.
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Why Is It You Feel Like ,A Dope If You Laugh Alone,But That’s Usually ,How You End Up Crying?
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When You Were Born,You Cried And Every Body Else Was Happy.The Only Question That Matters Is This : When You Die,Will You Be Happy When Everybody Else Is Crying?
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I’ll Start Crying ,[Thinking About The End].That’s A Tough One.If You Go Back To The Beginning,I Think Everybody Has ,A Special Place For Ross And Rachel.
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You Know Somebody,And They Cry For You.They Stay Awake At Night,And Dream Of You.I Bet You Never ,Even Know They Do,But Somebody’s Crying For You.
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Meetha Sa Dard Dil Mein Utha Abhi Abhi,Kya Tune Yaad Kiya Abhi Abhi?Ek Arse Se Mulaqat Nahi HuiPhir Bhi Lagta Hai Tum Mile Abhi Abhi.
Chand Ko Chandani Par Garoor Hai,Chandni Ko Chand Par.Ham Kis Par Garoor Karein,Hamara To Chand Hi Hamse Duur Hai.