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Fine II
I'm fine, just fine. Everything is fine. That's how it is, just fine.
Every time I tell some one that a bit of me dies inside
"How are you" "I'm fine" another peice is dead, a little more pain fills my body.
How long till some one knows I am not fine, how long before my pain is all I know. "I'm fine how are you. Did you find what you're looking for today. Have a nice day" a little more of me dies and now I can barely breath. Can they see the pain I hide, can they feel the aching in my happy voice. Does anyone know I'm faking it.
Hello, how are you? I am fine ...
