Codependent Sea

I can finally be myself
But who am I when
Im so used to being codependent?

People are around me
New sea of faces
But the old familiar scent
Of depression seems to be lingering
No matter where I crawl off to

I’m trying to walk towards the same destinations
Whilst the tires of my skin
Are wearing skin
And my heart is wearing thin

But not many things are unattainable

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