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Social Anxiety
A part of me wants to go, have a good time.
Yet I sit at home empty, avoiding the light.
I know im different, strange and damaged.
Distant and shy, prisoner to what I imagine.
I want to be me, but in someone else. ...
Yet I sit at home empty, avoiding the light.
I know im different, strange and damaged.
Distant and shy, prisoner to what I imagine.
I want to be me, but in someone else. ...
