Fine
People ask if I am okayI simply respond that I am fine
It is now automatic
Although I am not truly fine
My soul has been harmed
my spirit and mind have been lost
Look at me when I tell you I am fine
Do my eyes tell you that I am sain?
Does my shaken voice give away my real emotions?
I will always respond that I am fine
Though I will never be completely fine
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