How many times can I count my blessings?
How many ways can I tell myself I’m okay?
Everyday there is a new factor that seems to get n my way
The days they progress
But I’m still such a mess
All I want is to be over this now
I’m at a loss as to how
I pick up my baggage
Put a bow on the package
My feet hit the floor
As my hand opens the door
Out into the world I shall go
To figure out this new life I am to behold.
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