I Won't Let You Go
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I'm tired, I'm alone, I'm ugly. Does anyone worry about me? Are you looking for me? Do you think about me ? Are you going to save me ...?please I know that i'm dirty, shame gnaws at me, the cold froze everything in the city and bite my naked skin , while i'm lying on the floor of this alley, but please save me.
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