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Self Help

I need some fresh air, I want someone to care. I'm feeling rest less,I'm feeling sad. I have no cause to be a little glad. Any attempt to be happy Only makes me mad. Where is that fresh air? Where is that person,who'll care? Oh! I see, they are seen rare. They travel to help strong people. They have no time for a feeble. They are set to nurse those- Who don't call them. Self Help is Their relief anthem.

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Date: 3/10/2017 11:21:00 PM
NYC work :)
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