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No, Everything's Fine, It's Just That I'm ...
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Sorrow, and slashes of pain Tired
Tired of thinking
Tired to the bone
That i don't want to think
Or move anymore.
Alone
Alone with my thoughts
With no one to listen
Except this pen in my hand,
My only friend.
Hurting
Hurting inside, with this
Center of pain I've tried to break.
Paralyzed by confusion,
It remains.
Not ready
Not ready to see if this day
With it's chilly breeze
And promise of emptiness
Is still worth living.
No,
Everything is fine,
It's just that I'm .....
