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E
I'm not pretty when I cry
A
I'm usually so good at keeping my troubles inside
B
But they come bursting out no matter how I try
A
I hug myself until my arms are tired
E
I don't know why
A
I can't just work my issues out in time
B
My impatient mind just runs and rolls and snowballs
A
Until it's smothered every good thing I had going,
E
and I'm trying, and I'm going to survive
A
Curled in a ball to protect what's in my mind
B
What's left after all the thoughts have run through
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And devoured, and laid waste to me.