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Jun 2013
Sick and tired 

Of being sick and sad

Tired of you telling me my thoughts are bad

Stop complaining 

Just lend me your chest 

So I can cry this out 

And put my depression to rest
I don't want anyone to talk, just listen to me and let me cry on your chest. I'd cry on your should but I'm too short
Destiny Copeland
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Destiny Copeland  23/F/MI
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