SickA Poem by Free Thinker
If You Only Knew What We Go Through
Just To Do Things You Do The Simple Things So Many Take For Granted Some Days We Can't Mentally Or Physically Stand It Me Myself And I How We Wish To Be More Than We Seem More Than Cancelled Plans And Flakey Unkept Or Unclean It's Always Something Every Day Always An Excuse Or Reason To Complain Me Myself And I We Look As Though There's Nothing Wrong Stuck On Repeat Same Old Song Yet The Pain Is Real Never Sure How To Feel Me Myself And I © 2021 Free ThinkerReviews
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