It's hard to say why.
I don't really care.
But everything I try,
It makes my life bare.
Whoever I help,
No matter how nice,
They're still withheld,
Drowning in a million lies.
But this was last year;
A time of fret and pain.
A memory of fear.
Last year.
-Nikki
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Be You- Short Stories
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