sometimes in the morning ,
i am petrified and can't move.
awake, but cannot open my eyes.
and the weight is crushing down on my lungs,
i know i can't breathe.
i hope someone will save me this time.
and sometimes when you're on, you're really fucking on,
and your friends, they sing along, and they love you.
but the lows are so extreme
that the good seems fucking cheap,
and it teases you for weeks
in its absence. but you'll fight, and you'll make it through, and you'll fake it if you have to, and you'll show up for work with a smile. you'll be better, and you'll be smarter, and more grown up, and a better daughter or son, and a real good friend. you'l be awake, you'll be alert. you'll be positive, though it hurts, and you'll laugh and embrace all your friends. you'll be a real good listener. you'll be honest. you'll be brave. you'll be handsome. you'll be beautiful. and you'll be happy.Here's how you can make bold and italic text.
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