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I am a daughter and a problem
I wonder why I care
I hear the voices in my head, good and bad
I see and don't always act
I want to be better than that
I am a daughter and a problem
I pretend I believe in myself
I feel incapable, insufferable, unloveable
I touch the eyeballs of life
I worry about pissing my life away
I cry when I'm pissed
I am a daughter and a problem
I understand more about me than you do
I say that, anyway
I dream about hidden rooms and found money and reunions
I try to fulfil the promise of my earlier years
I hope I'll reach a sort of peace, or a piece of it at least
I am a daughter and a problem
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