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Dec 2018
Whether or not I blow up
and become famous
up on a stage or in books,
or if my brain is still scattered
on dusty shelves,
this has been my therapy.
This has been a catharsis for me,
in a dangerous way.
It's been a way for me to cope
with what goes through my mind.
I've created this world, these
metaphors, to give myself
a sense of control. Others
cut themselves, I just return
to my creativity. To feel
the pain, to feel alive,
to feel control.
Stay alive for me, please
Gabriel Bonney
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Gabriel Bonney  17/M/Indiana
(17/M/Indiana)   
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