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Sep 2016
What is wrong with me?
The thought of calmness gives me anxiety.
I avoid all help like it's the plague.
What am I afraid of? That they'll think I'm a fake?
But the help never helps for very long
and then I'm back to wondering what the hell is wrong.
They give me advice that is very useful to some.
But the fear of being "weird" always makes me run
away from solutions, away from a cure.
I always run away, cause even I'm not sure
what's wrong with me.
I get moody sometimes, can you tell?
SweetClementine
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   --- and Doug Potter
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