weekness
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I used to wish upon the stars, In hopes one day, It would free me, But as I grew older, so did my dismissal Of hope. As a child, all I wanted was love, All I wanted was to belong. But low and behold, I'm not good enough.
Tears in my eyes now, but im in public i cant cry, people think that im okay but its all because i lie, you make me so sad, and i dont understand because you make me so mad, arent you suppose to be here when i need you, im facing a world ALONE im
