I keep thinking,"Hey,
I keep thinking,
"Hey, I'm getting better. I'm all better now."
And then I realize everything I've said lately,
and I look at how I act,
and how I think and I
psychoanalyze myself and look down on myself
because someone who was "good" or "fine now"
etcetera wouldn't act this way
or think like this, or say these things.
A person who was better wouldn't be psychoanalyzing themselves
trying to figure out how to fake being okay again.
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