Why is is that one minute I can be happy and in the blink of an eye I will
be deeply depressed again? I
I am crying out for someone but no one can hear or understand because only i
can...
I confide in my poems, that is where i am the most secure and the most frail
at the same time.
That is where all of my feelings and thoughts are.
I quickly write them down so that they don't just become and forgotten
recollection in my mind, and just for a second I feel complete, until I go
on with this life.
 
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