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Mother Hen is Sick Herself

Quiet, Don't tell. Don't tell them your thoughts and The death in your soul. No one reaches out Though I try so hard, Making sure everyone's safe. I constantly remind my friends to eat, Even though these days I don't Remind them to sleep Though I'm awake at all hours. I'm okay, I promise, Even though I'm not
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May 21, 2015
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#sad#depressed#dark#insomnia#care#starvation
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