Moving out

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I've created an empty nest, Maybe it was for the best. Life is now open, like a window without a screen. Relax mother, it's time to rest.  
You don't know what you're talking about. Stop acting like you're smart. Those statistics are all lies. You can't trust anyone. Stop talking to people. You have to keep it all a secret.
I sit here and wait, I dont complain, I do what you ask, and yet you arent satisfied,   I cant go on, not with depression coming along and not with anxiety taking control,
The Broken Hinged Door By Zoe Pierson   It’s seen the good, the battered, the blessings, and scorn.  The late nights of sneaking out, the arrivals of long gone people, the past, the present, 
They say it is hard, You think you can manage, But it takes a bit, To really see the damage.   We were packed to leave, Very eager to go,
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