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I do not want to argue anymore Show me the way to the door I would rather slum it surfing couch to couch Than hide from life as I slack and slouch Look down upon from your self-righteous horse Insults hurled til your voice is hoarse And "wouldn't you feel bad if I died?" As if unaware of how I feel inside
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Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 9:45 PM UTC
Constantly Crouching
I do not want to argue anymore Show me the way to the door I would rather slum it surfing couch to couch Than hide from life as I slack and slouch Look down upon from your self-righteous horse Insults hurled til your voice is hoarse And "wouldn't you feel bad if I died?" As if unaware of how I feel inside
I hate living with constant fear and anxiety. I honesty do not know how to refrain from taking it out on other people. Especially those close to me, such as my mother.
#love#life#loser#constant#crouch#coward#argue#door#slum#couch
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AmandaKayBurke
30/F/Alaska
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 9:45 PM UTC
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