Sitting here I am forced to think
Think of why I am where I'm at and how I got here and how I am dealing with it
A moment passes and with goosebumps running up my arm I suddenly realize that I'm in a great place and I love it here and I am dealing with it just fine
And for the first time in a long time, I know... I'm going to be O.K.
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