Every day is just like the other
In a world without meaning I struggle to get up
Without anybody near me I tend to stress out
Feeling anxious because I cant do anything
Cant do anything because Im too anxious to even try
Deprived from hope I have nowhere to turn
If only I found a place i could call home.
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