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Fix


I can't fix anything

Nothing I do ever works

Unfortunately that thing

Is where I find my worth

Even things that aren't my fault

Somehow land on me

And no matter what I've really wrought

One problem becomes three

When you yell at each other

I feel like we're gonna break

When this happens, I shudder

I feel forced, a side, to take

No matter which I choose

I never make the right choice

It leaves me feeling alone and confused

But that's just my brain making noise

Next time you fight, argue, or disagree

Barely noticing me leave the room

Think of the sounds you hear from me

Little snaps and sniffs coming from my room

 

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