help
I hold my head low in exhaustion, walking streets with caution. head always droppin', dead ends at every path im walkin', this cruel world is easy to get lost in. No matter what I do, there's always a problem. Friends? I thought I got 'em! let me be in need, and there's nothing that stops them from asking how much it'll cost em! then I die inside after I block em. I just want help not costin'.
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