No one ever told me what to think when I'm alone. No one ever told me how to feel when emotion is cold. Can she save me from my disease? A token sunrise sickens the incomplete. It's an off day when I'm in control. It's awfully hard to run away when my foot's stuck in a hole. I thought it was remission and it felt so glorious, but it was adequate compared to what I am. Compared to who I'm trying to be, yeah. And I don't even know who I think I'm trying to be.
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