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                              My therapist asked me today,
                              Why do you feel like the way you feel?
                              Trust me
                              And tell me,
                              What is it that triggers you?
                              
                              And I answered again and again,
                              I don't know that well either, I'm sorry
                              I'll forfeit
                              Rather than admit,
                              I'm crumbling each day worse than a rule.
                              
                              Do I hate myself, or do I hate my life, or do I hate both?
                              I never know, I never know
                              I just want to listen to my favourite song all day and night
                              I can't help feeling so low, so low
                              
                              I never know, why I feel so low,
                              I never know, I never know.
                              
                              The people around me said 
                              I could reach out to them if I needed to
                              But how do I
                              Figure out that I
                              Need help in a way I'd never miss it again
                              
                              Colours are more than just shades of red
                              Was something that I'd forgotten too
                              But every signal
                              Makes me feral
                              And the dreams get worse each day
                              
                              Do I hate myself, or do I hate my life, or do I hate both?
                              I never know, I never know
                              I just want to listen to my favourite song all day and night
                              I can't help feeling so low, so low
                              
                              Everything is oh-so-hard, 
                              Harder than the pillars my insecurities built,
                              But what do they even support?
                              Huh, it isn't even support now, is it?
                              It's fake decorations, all fake fake fake feet
                              
                              And do I hate myself, or do I hate my life, or do I hate both?
                              I never know, I never know
                              I just want to listen to my favourite song all day and night
                              I can't help feeling so low, so low
                              
                              I never know, why I feel so low,
                              I never know, I never know.
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And the Petals Fall | ✔
Poetry❃ From one of the flowers in my infinite garden, I present to you a caricature of its petals. ❃
 
                                           
                                               
                                                  