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3d
Crying doesnt mean I'm weak
It can be a form of shouting hoping you hear the love that I seak
But instead all you do is turn the other cheek
All I ask for is my cries to be heard
When my eyes have been blured
Can you lead the way
Can you help me find tranquility
Do you poses that ability
Gasta
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Gasta  16/F
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