You're fine. That's all I ever hear sometimes. After, all my helpless cries... Still, I'm fine. I hold in the tears. Bottle up the fears. Still I'm fine. Am I really fine? Somehow I don't think I am. Actually I know I'm not. Does anyone care Probably not Does anyone know? Probably not. Do I care? No. Do I care everything is failing? No. I'm Fine, remember? I don't expect anyone to understand. I am not fine. I am not sane. I am not normal. I am not perfect I do make mistakes. If I am \"fine\" these thoughts wouldn't come calling. And every failure returning.... As I slowly break down. Giving up. No, longer caring. No, longer loving... But until then... I am fine.
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