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Feb 2013
Some nights, I just can't stand to be alone.
But every night, I am.
And it hurts like hell.
Not knowing who I can txet...or call.
Feeling like I bother everyone I talk to,
when in reality I'm just reaching out for help.
Believe me when I say, reaching out for help, isn't an easy thing to do.
I need you.
Damaged
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Damaged
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   Nicole and ---
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