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Somedays I feel insecure.
Somedays I feel strong.
Somedays I find it hard just to move along.
Somedays I want to hide in bed.
Somedays I want to run.
Most days when the day is winding down,
I feel it’s just begun.
Somedays I question every single decision that I make.
Somedays I’m so stubborn,
my will you can’t shake.
Somedays I feel unmotivated.
Somedays I feel unappreciated.
Somedays the world feels overwhelming and I just can’t take it.
Most days I keep telling myself that somehow,
I’ll make it.