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Crazy Anyway

I had a slight worry on publishing my most sensitive feelings here
But then I thought, if I can't face myself in front of the world
Then it means I'm not ready to be cured
Not ready to face my own fears

Well, I guest I came to the thought because I've seen and see much
Craziness and mental sickness on so many levels and forms
The hindsight of providing counseling services and hanging around with psychologist on a daily basis

Just like none of us ordinary humans ever be fully healthy all our lifetime
Without sickness as simple as fever, bruises, or headache
Our mental and emotional conditions are also never fully healthy
It's normal for everyone in their paths of life
To feel anxious, stressed, depressed, confused, or insecure

Without underestimating how crazy is defined psychologically
I'm just trying to rationalize myself
That what I'm going through is normal
Because now and then, each and everyone of us is
Crazy anyway


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