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I hate those days... When all smiles are forced. Laughing is lying. I hate those days, When getting out of bed, Seems like a step into hell. I hate those days, When your mind cannot find peaceful oblivion; there is nothing to help. I hate those days, when the world seems small. Breathing is automatic, but there is no air. In. Out. In. Out. I hate those days, when you can feel alone with over a hundred people in the room. There is no escaping yourself. Most of all, I hate those days, When you think it won't get better, because you live in the Eternal Hope, That it does get better.

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