Why do I try

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I used to care, I used to know
My anxiety gave you a show.
The stares of many brought me down
The very lies made me a clown.
Naivety had been my friend
And now it is a worthless pen.
The shadows follow from afar
Lurking destroying my new heart,
The past comes back to bring us down
With every breath I fall down,
Saddness anger everything.

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