I'm withering away, slowly fading

I'm young, too old

too alone.

Surrounded by too many, too many empty faces.

I fear their eyes, I fear their minds - I know they know I'm trembling.

A leaf falling to the ground.

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My gait seems too slow, my shadow seems too long

I smile, I cry, I do nothing but hide

I lock the door behind me.

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I'm home but there's no comfort.

I'm home, or so I'm told.

I hate these walls. I hate this floor. I hate the dark. I hate it all.

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I want to go back to where we lived before,

back to the place where I loved you more.

I can't do it here;

I'm trapped with my fear.

I'm withering away with this life I don't live. I want us to leave but you...

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