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17h
I woke up feeling discontent,                                                      ­          
                                                                ­                                                        
weak, scared, incompetent                                                      ­                        
                                        ­                                                                 ­             
Too afraid to move ahead,                                                           ­                   
                                                                ­                                                        
    a voice screamed in my
  head,                                                         ­                         
                                       ­                                                                 ­             
what I thought of myself was
true,                                                            ­            
                                                                ­                                                          
and that it must **** to be you                                                              ­                    
                                                                ­                                                      
I've been down that road before,                                                          ­              
                                                                ­                                                          
it took me down, right to the floor                                                            ­  
                                                              ­                                                
I stayed there & groveled about                                                    
                                                                ­                                              
trying to figure my ****** life out                                                              ­      
                                                                ­                                              
Every time I feel I'm doing my best,                                                            ­
                                                                ­                                                  
  life throws me yet another test                                                             ­         
                                                       ­                                                       
  Those voices are right, you see,                                                             ­         
                                                                ­                                                      
    it does **** to be me
Written by
Sherri Woodman  63/F/pa
(63/F/pa)   
22
   Jim Musics
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