Whenever I'm feeling sorry for
myself, I have to stop and give
it some thought. What has made
me feel this way, why am I,
distraught? Everything to my
knowledge, is going along alright,
there isn't any reason, for being
so uptight. The more I think about
it, we all have these days, they'll
come and go. The thing to do, is
not let it bother you, it will be gone,
before you know. Just put it out of
your mind, there's nothing radically
wrong and if it should ever happen again,
remember, it won't last, for very long!
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