Someone Save Me
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Última publicación mié, dic 30, 2020
I feel like I'm falling into a pit of darkness. I have no where to hide, no where to run. I feel like I'm running out of time. The voices in my head are telling me I'm going to die. I feel alone and cold, and I have no one to hold. People have turned their backs on me everytime I beg and plead. I cry and cry all night long wondering and pondering, when will someone take me out of this dark bottomless pit? When will someone notice me? When will someone save me?
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