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I AM... GETTING THERE


I am

the years of depression that left me in the middle of nowhere, lost.

I am

days spent alone; not talking, not eating, not feeling.

I am

nights spent weeping and days spent wandering, looking for anything. 

I am 

selfish and cruel

I am

jealous and hurt and angry.

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