You say that I choose sadness that it never once has chosen me....Maybe you're right.

[she___screams]

I do this thing where I think I'm real sick
But I won't go to the doctor to find out about it
Cause they make you stay real still in a real small space
As they chart up your insides and put them on display

They'd see all of it, all of me, all of it

All of the good that won't come out of me

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[modestmichelle]

You should write in here more.
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