Reality Behind Stage Curtains
Sunday, December 11
Distress
Need not to fix me,
I'm not broken.
A friend is my heed,
For I just have fallen.
To the earths I was crushed,
I hear myself crying.
For I needed you that much,
I didn't care of dying.
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