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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