Help Me
I can't be pretty.
I'll never be beautiful.
I'll never matter.
Take my hand and squeeze
As hard as you can so I
Won't feel my heart break.
Don't let them see me,
I won't let them see me cry.
I have to be strong.
Thank you very much
For having my back this long.
I can be strong now.
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