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What About?

Most days I’m stressed out.

And sometimes I don’t even know what about.

It’s like a rainy day, but where’s the cloud?

Someone’s talking, but why do I hear no sound?

Like being in a crowded room, but no one’s around.

Emotions just get the best of me, but that’s not news to me.

I wish I knew every single thing distracting me, because right now I know it’s real but what is it? It just feels like make-believe.

Whatever it is, I wish I could make all these damn issues leave.

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