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Oct 2015
I feel like each one of us is a little messed up.
We all have pain and sadness,
anxiety and maybe depression.
Some of us don't want to admit it to ourselves,
because we're afraid of the truth.
I wish I could say I'm an exception,
but I am not.
I'm just as messed up as the next guy,
I just try to hide it from myself.
help needed
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