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Nov 2014
Ask me how I am.
Really ask.
Deny my lies
And call me on it.
Pick a chisel
And crack my
False exterior.
Reach out your hand
And stop me from falling,
From drowning
In my tears.
Pride is my sin,
-one of many-
So I (privately)
Implore you;
Save me!
I'm the strong one, so feel I have to hide when I'm feeling down. #depressionsucks
niamh
Written by
niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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     Pradip Chattopadhyay, Poetic T and ---
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