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I can't be okay
I can't be the same
I can't remember anything

My pain is a used paint tray
I can't let myself feel valid
I add more colours to the palette
Hoping that somehow I feel it's valid

But no matter how much colour lands there
My pain is never enough for my brain to admit I'm not okay
My pain isn't enough for my brain to register something is wrong

I can't be okay
I can't be same
All I am is stuck on replay
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