Hello

March 5, 2018

Hello, my name is hurt.

I run and I hide.

I scream and cry.

Hello, can you hear me?

Can’t you see my tear?

I am broken and torn.

Hello, can you not see?

My heart is dark and worn.

I am tired and sick.

I need help in me.

What is good or bad?

I am crying out!

Can’t you hear me?

Hello?

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YulizaGMar 5, 2018

<p>we the people have a big head, when people ask us for their help, we do nothing, cuz we think were so special.is disguisting. </p>