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i pray
that you can't relate
to that moment

when you have no strength
to keep fighting

so you get down
on your knees
scream. yell. holler. cry.
in the hope that someone
will come
running
to save you
from yourself.
but no one does.

~ so i guess i'll just save myself then.

men don't cry [Poetry]Onde as histórias ganham vida. Descobre agora