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Some days I hide in my incoherent bubble
I drink my wine
This only adds more trouble

Some days the pieces are in my hand
I throw them far out
To watch them land
They get lost in the sand

Some days I don't want to be found
Solitude bound
Fuzzy figures all around
No sound

Some days I want to cry in my sleep
I want my dreams to hear my weep
Drown those tears
Far and deep

Some days I want to lose all my breaths
Live a thousand deaths
So I can just start fresh
And breathe again

Some days don't come everyday
But when they do
You have to let go
And be true

Some days it's okay to not be okay
Go for your walk
Have that invisible talk
He's always listening