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I almost over slept.
Now I'm almost rushing
I have little less than an hour to get ready
I didn't even wake up to train.
It's unlike me but not out the ordinary
I've been thinking more and more lately
Somewhat scared as I get older
Sometimes I'm fine and sometimes I'm not
It takes a hell of a lot to just be alright.
Does anyone understand
Because so many think it's all in my head.
It's all in my head?
Another fabrication am I right?
I'm supposed to believe that?
That I'm just getting over being with another
Why am I fond of another
It feels selfish and wrong
He's hurting just as such
And I just want to text to make sure he's alright
Rather than being concerned with my own misery
I can pretend and smile
Keeps me from falling
Failing to comply with what I know and what I own.
I always feel like I'm doing something wrong.
Maybe I am but I'm learning not to care so much
Not to crumple so much
Cry silently as I live with my own thoughts.
Or possibly the unknown.
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