You said that you want to help me.
And I don’t know if you should.
Many people have said that they would help me.
But none of them really tried.
Maybe because I didn’t let them do so.
And that’s not because I don’t want help,
I do.
I know that I need help.
I don’t want anybody to come out of my lies.
I don’t want you to come outside.
Cause it’s too cold for you here.
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Kinda inspired on Sweater Weather--The Neighbourhood
That's like a continuation to my last article: