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Sep 2013
I don't want to shower.
I don't want to shave.
Oh, how well do I know the bottomless pit of that cave.

I smile.
I joke.
I try my best to pull you from that place of no hope.

But, I've been there.

Where there's no real smile,
Just an empty stare.
When you're trying your hardest for those who care.
Written by
Louise Charlotte
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