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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 I’m just messing,
around.

To tell the truth I’m feeling down.

Depression is an ocean and I’m starting to drown.

In all of this sorrow I must be a clown.

Painting on my smile and pretending now.

This isn’t funny.

This is no game.

I’m not pointing fingers.

I’m not placing blame.

But since he left I haven’t been the same.

Written by TrueLover (Meganne)
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