Maybe if I told myself “I’m fine” enough eventually I’d believe it
Or perhaps if I smiled in the mirror more I could see it
But those things don’t validate the 3 am runs
Those things don’t validate, staying awake till I see the sun
Or validate how I see that my fate has some kind of correlation to a bum who’s depressed about all the things that don’t matter to anyone else but myself
To worry is to show insecurity and no one wants that
To reveal your secret identity take it off, no mask
Maybe at the end of this I feel like risking it all
Definitely at this end of this, I’m going to have my own Fall

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