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Oct 2015
Do I really have to **** myself.
Before you realize I'm not happy.
That my smile is fake.
Or to tell you.
I don't need help.
I just need a hand to hold.
No words, no speeches.
Just a hand warm or cold.
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Sad Case  19/F/Up On Mars
(19/F/Up On Mars)   
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