I need a shoulder to cry on.
One that won't judge.
One that will listen.
One that will rebuild,
What these trials have destroyed.
I've been through too much,
Done too much for everyone,
For myself,
To get shot down,
And regarded as just another boy,
Just another teenager.
I'm not.
And when I get treated that way.
All I want to do is cry.
I need that shoulder.
I can't do this alone.
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