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Feb 2015
I need a good cry but
you don't want to see me cry.
You never understand what it is to cry.

The social world, the so-called maturity,
I don't know, if I learn to pretend,
would I still be able to be sincere?
Written by
Pea
636
   ---, JDK, --- and JWolfeB
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