In the endless night, hope shines bright.
Struggling within, struggling inside.
Does anyone see how we are taking this troubling life?
Does it matter how you see me?
Does it matter I struggling, you don't care.
So I will save myself.
How do I save myself when you don't care?
I care about me, I care about him.
Someone has to care.
Hope is never lost, please help me, I am in an emergency.
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Louise Blake
Louise or LouLou loves writing so much it has became a career she loves. But while struggling with the starving artist part she is trying to find a job that can give her a passive income.
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