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The truth they like to avoid

Dependent personality disorder has got me stressing.

On my knees confessing,
My sins.

And you think Iím just messing,
around.

To tell the truth Iím feeling down.

Depression is an ocean and Iím starting to drown.

In all of this sorrow I must be a clown.

Painting on my smile and pretending now.

This isnít funny.

This is no game.

Iím not pointing fingers.

Iím not placing blame.

But since he left I havenít been the same.

TrueLover
Written by TrueLover (Meganne)
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