I hate it, but I feel trapped. Trapped at home, at school, in my marriage; it's like it's creeping over every part of my life.
My "house" is terrible. It's an unpleasant place to live, for sure. And it doesn't seem to matter to anyone. Yeah, okay, there's not much even we can do about it, but it seems that it's gone ignore in even the
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