i can feel alarming hearts
reaching out for my help
wherein in previous days
they laugh at my presence
i'm still nice person, i know
i'll save them from trouble
maybe how i look like
why they treated me such
understand, they'll remember
in a way i love helping
but sometimes it's tiring
i feel i'm being abuse
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