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or something. I’m probably going to turn these into songs, but I figured I’d share.

What am I supposed to do,
With this plague on my mind,
I think about you all the time.

And what am I supposed to say,
When you’re the one who gave up that day,
To find yourself… but what about me?

It’s never about me.

Because I’m always number three,
You, everything else, then me.

And number two.

I lose my hope,
My drive,
My will to survive. 

but at least down the road I won’t wonder, “What if I had ___?” Instead I’ll say, “At least I tried.”