My mind and I are at a constant war
Everyday feels like a chore
Always butting head to head
It makes me not to get out of bed
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These words the come out of my mouth
Everything just goes south
They say you should think before you speak
Then I realize I am weak
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I don't understand how I cope
But one of my friends gives me hope
I don't think they understand how much I appreciate it
It's so hard to admit
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Why do they care so much about me
I'm nothing more then a pesky flea
I start to wonder if this smile is fake
Then I begin to feel my heartache
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I can't hold this in anymore
I need to restore
The tears have stopped
My mood has been swapped
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I think I am now free
From this pain that has plagued me
My mind is now clear
I sense my home is near
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~Good Day~ | ~Bad Day~
De TodoLittle things I have written along with Daily updates for myself. Won't always be everyday. Thank You. This book is done. I've moved on. Thank you
