My sadness grows As time goes on All I really ever do is cry There are so many That feel like I do Too many to help So why should I help you? No one will help me When I ask No one will help me If I don't So what should I do Should I sit here and cry? I think I'd rather try and feel good Every time I try It gets harder and harder So what's the point of trying at all?Birth sign: Taurus
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