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Jul 2017
My eyes burn from crying
My head achs from trying
My heart is slowly dying
I'm tired of lying

I'm fine is what my mouth said.
I'm tired is what my eyes said.
That's good is what you said.

Why can't you see
That my eyes plee.
Alone is all I'll ever be.
No really cares about me.
Written by
EmotionalWreck  15/F
(15/F)   
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   Walter W Hoelbling and -A-
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