Me?

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I want to cry
I want to break down
I want to be a mess
because i'm sick of being happy
i'm sick of staying together
i'm sick of being the positive one
they say this illness isn't me
the thoughts in my head don't define me
but i can't remember a time without them
so if they aren't me
who is?

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