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Am I fine?

I ask myself all the time

Does it matter at all if I'm happy here

Is it okay to be okay ?

'cause if good enough is good enough

then, I guess it doesn't matter 

if tomorrow comes

I'm much more tired of throwing it all away

and there's no place to go

when no place feels like home

at least not anymore

But, I'm fine

I try to hold on to a little piece of me

when every love becomes everything I see

I'd rather be blind than not see clearly

Bu, there's something to discover

in each and every lover

a little part of me under 

each and every cover

I guess my puzzle's not complete

unless I'm missing a piece

And I have no control

I can't do this on my own

but, that doesn't mean I shouldn't be alone

And I'm fine

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