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At first you were nice

Your nice then starts to decrease

Now you stay in your room

I stay locked away in my darkroom

As you sit around, I watch my Depression and Anxiety take it's toll

Every moment I start loose more control

If I exit

You are less independent

So, I never leave

Every moment I'm the one you deceive

Not to mention the one you married

Even though your similarities are varied






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