The real justice to SSR?

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Don't be nervous
Don't freak out
Don't be scared
Keep that tear out
You're the only one you can count
Don't let it out
Keep the fear inside
No, don't be a coward
Don't say it loud.


We do control our words
And our dripping eyes
But in those scars
Engraved on our hearts
Stay a million tears
Stinging in and far


Saying it out loud is not a sin
Not an offense
Nor an error
Or an evil win

Crying doesn't declare victory
To the person hurting you
Instead, it gives you the power
To shove them all out
Who've been stopping you

Be expressive
Just let it flow
You're not by yourself
We're all in together
To fight it all out


This is the point that
We join our hands
Come together and,
Keep the fears at bay
We don't need no more SSRs,
No more losses or fall
Can't we make this little talk
To keep suicides out of our way?

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