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I haven’t left my house in days
With everything else I’ve tried the anxiety still lingers
My dreams wound me and my nightmares mock me
Was it never meant to be?
My friends stopped asking for me when I disappeared for months on end
It’s too late now
My supplies are running out
I’ll need to face the sun
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