Can't they see I need help?
Can't they smell the sadness covering my existence?
Would they even here me saying, "SOS".
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Story Of My Life [ Poetry ]
Poetryin the act of writing, in a thought of destroying
Help
Can't they see I need help?
Can't they smell the sadness covering my existence?
Would they even here me saying, "SOS".
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