when you cry
my heart dies
it shrivels up
and meet its demise
I hide it
with a sigh
I wish I could make you happy
so you could fly
Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 2:30 PM UTC
when you cry
my heart dies
it shrivels up
and meet its demise
I hide it
with a sigh
I wish I could make you happy
so you could fly
this is like when you make a baby cry ****
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