#111
You know what? I'm fed up.
I'm fed up of always being here for people who cry.
I'm fed up of always hugging them and insuring them that everything will be alright.
Because, who am I to talk?
Every night, I cry myself to sleep.
Alone.
Because when I'm in need
Nobody's there...
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