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What's Wrong?

What's wrong?

What's wrong, what's wrong, what's wrong?

I don't know, so stop asking.

You would think a person would catch the hint that you just really don't want to talk about yourself, when they ask you why you look so miserable, (like a horrific rainy day), over and over again, and you just shrug your slumped shoulders, not really giving an answer.

Don't get me wrong, it's nice when people want to try and care. But at the same time if I'm unwilling to talk, do the words really have to be ripped from my voice box and cascaded into the air?

I don't think so.

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