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Nov 2012
I could not make
it through the day.

I gave up at noon—
came home.
Lay in bed for twelve hours straight,
wondering,

Why am I not happy?

I tried to solve my problems
But then I realized...
I don't have any.

If I am sad with no means to be
Is that not a problem?
Why am I still in bed?
September
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September  Victoria, BC
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   dania, --- and Timothy
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