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you have bad days.
the days where it all comes back to you.
the days where you know what you're doing to yourself is real.
those are defined as "Bad Days"
but to me,
they are the good days.
they're the days you know you're still living.
you know you can still feel pain.
but on the so called "Good Days"
you feel nothing.
a happy feeling might succumb you.
you think the pain has stopped.
but
once again,
those are my "Bad Days"
the days you don't feel.
the days you smile.
those are "Bad Days" because you know they will end.
and that isn't fair.
to have your "Good Days" called bad and your bad called good.
because
for some of us,
we don't have any "Days" at all.
she tried.
but it was too strong.
her lies.
they were more right
than they were wrong.
why couldn't she handle?
you might ask.
because
unlike you
her life
was more of a test.
more falses
than there were truths.
more wrong turns
than polite "How do ya do's?"
so she quit.
she stopped in her path.
she said "no more..."
and that was that.
this "she" is the girl in the parallel universe of me.

— The End —