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Some days I feel confused,
But it happens all the time,
My mind gets all cluttered up,
Are these problems really mine?

My heart does belong to him,
And I think it might be real,
Are things really what they seem?
Is this true love that I feel?

The nuclear family that once was,
Has blown up in my face.
Now it’s tears and bitterness,
Joy’s gone without a trace.

My future hangs from a thread
As I study through the day.
Sorry sir, could I kill myself?
Would that be quite ok?

But when my day is over
The one thing that makes me smile
Is an addiction I cannot face
To end for even a while.

This could be a simple ode
To my life every day
Or a desperate cry for help
That I can’t go on this way.

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