About Me

May 3, 2014

I don’t know my own words.

I don’t know my own voice.

My knowledge is limited.

My health is questionable.

Retaining friends isn’t my forte.

Fleeting hope cause distress.

I’m where I am because of my choices.

I need help but I don’t know how to ask.

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