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Jun 2018
tears keep on falling
like the rain outside
and I'm sick of having to hide them
and I'm sick of feeling this
and being so inevitably alone.

and when u finally notice
my sadness
you tell me that I'm just being dramatic
and I just have to chill.
Fine,
get me out of here.
far, far away,
and I'll chill
Written by
Ana Sophia  16/F/Brazil
(16/F/Brazil)   
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