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Dec 2014
One day
Happiness is going to come.
And I know it won't end well.
Either my depression won't let me answer the door.
My anxiety will make it so uncomfortable, it will want to leave.
Not that I'd have anywhere to put it.
Oh bother.
"Well she loves you, yeah she says that she loves you
You're faithful, she says "Yeah I'm faithful too" "
AJ
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