there are going to be some days where my pain is really bad,
there are going to be some days where my brain is really sad
and i need you to tell me.
tell me pain is transient,
tell me sadness will wash away.
tell me my mind is an ocean,
sometimes stormy on a cold winter's day.
tell me painkillers soothe
and that blankets comfort.
tell me good times may run dry.
but that it still rains in the desert.
tell me the world is vast,
but that i'm going to explore it.
tell me even great people have a past
and that no one will make me ignore it.
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