My support system is bleak Q
c my habit continues
who's to say that I'm not satisfied with the teachings of my choir z
In the middle of my own little chair lies an unknown story y
p no matter how much is given
no matter how much is read
it's still unknown
don't pretend to be a part of the crowd when the crowd is scarce.
F No one cares.
I have tried to
but in my caring is my own suffering
k in sharing a heart I lose a heart E
so with no heart left to offer
M how can I still be hurt by words
unless my mind is what controls my pain
h r so then I give it away just to lose it
and what am I to do without a mind T
b letters start to disappear
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