By: Aidan O'Reilly (School of Computer Science)
Competition Year: 2016
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Some days I'll feel good,
but others I won't.
Some days I can cope,
but sometimes I don't.

Some days I smile,
but others I cry.
Some days I feel lost,
and I don't know why.

Some days I pray,
I can hold this weight.
Some days I drink,
to help me escape.

Some days they ask me,
'How are things with you?'
Some days I say 'fine',
when it is not true.

But one day I know,
despite all my falls,
the sum of my good days,
will out weigh them all.
I''ll break from this pattern,
of darkness I see.
Some days I'll feel good,
Someday I'll be free.
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