I get ill feeling When the subject is broughten up The tears well up into my eyes I have to brush them away before Anybody including me sees them I received words from a dumb boy Telling me what I don't want to admit I know I run away from my problems No, not just you Everything, my dear School and work are also not what I run from How can I find myself when I run away from what I am?Birth sign: Libra
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