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most days, i'm convinced that i won't amount to much, most days, i believe that i will never be enough. most days, i reckon that i must be invisible, never fully seen, a ghost inside my own body. most days, i can't stand being alone with my thoughts again while my heart pounds in my chest at three am. most days, i pull away from the ones i love because i'm afraid that i'll be a disappointment to them. most days, i am afraid that you will leave like all the rest and shatter me into a million pieces on the floor. most days, i want to be anybody else but myself. most days, i lose sight of who i am and what i want.

Its very memorable...