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the life i live is lucky,
and there is much to be grateful for,
i'm surrounded by people who love me,
i shouldn't wish for anything more.
but i can't help but wonder,
why i am the way i am,
why i think the way i do,
why i live the way i live.
am i being too dramatic?
i ask myself day to day,
that scary, scary, question,
which haunts me all the way.
i wish i was more strong,
i wish my mind wasn't so weak,
i wish little things didn't bother me,
i wish my thoughts weren't so meek.
i have people that protect me,
but i wish i didn't need protecting,
i know these wishes sound so odd,Β
but i'm sitting here reflecting.
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