You cannot know about it.
How I have suffered.
I have hidden.
Helped, but unaccepted.
How could you know what that's like?
(The warm hand on his shoulder and smile don't convince him. But they do help)

You cannot know about it.
How I have suffered.
I have hidden.
Helped, but unaccepted.
How could you know what that's like?
(The warm hand on his shoulder and smile don't convince him. But they do help)
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