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Insert generic sentiment here
I started off this sentence with "I"
Put your problems on the shelf
I'm gonna talk about myself again
This gloomy weather is almost cliché
I must admit that it's probably my fault
That it was 85 degrees a week ago
And now the trees have lost their leaves
But there's no sense in isolation,
If I want it to get better, then I have to do something
Like see a friend, or run around, or read a book
Or anything at all besides what I'm doing now
This sense of worthlessness is stupid as shit
I'm fuckin' over it, I wanna get out
Of my room and of my head...
