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Some days

Some days, I feel ugly all
the time.
Some days, I want to hide
from my mind.
Some days, I don't feel like
putting food in my mouth.
Some days, I want to fade way
into the crowd.
Some days, I feel like sticking
my finger down my throat.
Some days,I just feel like
chocking myself out.
But today, All my worries seem to
as you whisper in my ear.

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