I get down, a lot. I get sad and angry and mad. I push people away, and they don't get the hint. That I need help. I always resort to two things, look at the stars and listen to calm music. The stars don't speak but they understand. And when I start talking to one, another one comes. They don't run away like people do, but they appear. And with music and some tears, it all gets better. It passes, and I spare what's left of my tears for another day.
One day people will cry over me, instead of me crying because of them...
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