See Me (SLOW UPDATES)
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I'm crying out for help, why can't you hear my calls?
I feel like I'm drowning in the middle of the street, didn't you see me fall?
To my knees, I fell, drowning in my tears and sorrow.
I beg and plead to be set free from this insanity, please....
See me
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{Published: December 11th 2016}
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