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Jan 2017
They grieve, growl, and gaggle
They can't see their torn trousers, but their eyes are keen towards the others
They offer help, but talk about it when things happened
They ask for help, but gets bitter with the helpless
They plead the others to speak out, but shut them down when words are poured
They want their needs to be satisfied, but blurted out bullets to the helpless
They want their feelings to be pampered, but stomp out words that provokes
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