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Somedays I feel insecure.

Somedays I feel strong.

Somedays I find it hard just to move along.

Somedays I want to hide in bed.

Somedays I want to run.

Most days when the day is winding down,

I feel it’s just begun.

Somedays I question every single decision that I make.

Somedays I’m so stubborn,

my will you can’t shake.

Somedays I feel unmotivated.

Somedays I feel unappreciated.

Somedays the world feels overwhelming and I just can’t take it.

Most days I keep telling myself that somehow,

 I’ll make it.