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Nov 2013
I don't know what to do.
All my sorrys and empty words,
The rehearsed sympathy,
The tears that stain my skin
My hands that shake as I cry for him,
They're useless.
I need out, he says
And I know that.
But I can't do anything.
Help me, he says
And my heart breaks
Because I don't know how.
Adalaide Rose
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Adalaide Rose
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