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Aug 2017
I was in a room
a dark dark room
Of course it wasn't really a room
and it wasn't really dark
You see the room is my mind
the darkness is depression
I say that I was in a room
because I'm no longer depressed

I was stuck in a box
a very messy box
Of course it wasn't really a box
and it wasn't really messy
You see the box is my feelings
the mess is my own thoughts
I say I was in a box
because I'm no longer afraid to express myself

I was stuck in my mind
my very messed up mind
Of course it wasn't really my mind
and my mind wasn't messed up
You see my mind is my family
and the mess is me
I say that I was stuck in my mind
because I'm not stuck with people who don't love me anymore
Breanna Riddle
Written by
Breanna Riddle  22/F/Maryland
(22/F/Maryland)   
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