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I wish I has the words to explainThat every morning I wake up, not sure that I can stand the painI feel like a zombie pretending I am happyHaving the strength for everyone but me I don't know what it is I need But I know it is not this, which makes my heart bleedI have become frozen out of fearAnd come close to drowning myself in tearsWhen did I start caring so little about myself Feel too much put my heart on a shelfI mi...