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I think I am sick
I don't feel right
The sadness lays on thick
In the dead of the night

I think I am ill
I'm not thinking straight
The thoughts in me fill
My mind up with hate

I think I am unwell
Im not the same
I think I fell
Victim to misery's game

I think I am sick
Im not okay
The sadness doesn't mix
Im fading away

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