every body cry
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Ongoing45m
Last published Sat, Dec 20, 2014
all I can do is help people but I don't want to be help I know its okay to cry but crying is to show your weak and I aint weak so I aint got to cry I been throw hell and back aint no need to cry cause crying aint going to put food on the table crying dame well aint paying the bills so whats the point in crying yea some times I want to cry but I just cant see my self doing it people tell me that its bad to push all my feeling down and hide how I feel but thats what I do and you cant change that nobody cant but me and " it is what it is " dame I say that way to much I been hurt lied to cheated on.that at this point im use to it to this point all I can say is "it is what it is" dame thats bad but shit its life and im just living it me myself and I "summer love"
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