Help

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-Help-

No one is here.
Staining my cheeks is a single tear.
Inside its crushing me alive.
My soul may never be able to thrive.
At what cost will come happiness?
Is it perhaps loneliness?
My mind rushes for way to get out.
My throat will not allow me to shout.
To be done with life is all but a mistake,
A nightmare to you will awake.
Someone come to save my soul.
From the depths of down below.
In the midst of all the pain
I scream and yelp,
"Someone help!"

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