DAP club.
Sometimes I cry when I'm alone, I cry, cause I am on my own. the tears I cry are bitter and warm. They flow with life but take no form. I cry because my heart is torn. I find it difficult to carry on. If I had an ear to confide in, I would cry among my treasured friend, but who do you know that stops that long, to help another carry on.
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