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May 8
Sometimes, no, most of the time, it’s dark
So dark I can’t see
I touch something
Cold
Wet
I pull my hand away
I can run, but I can not hide
I am enveloped in this emotion
One so cruel I am suffocating
Happiness is a liar
Tricking you with fake smiles and laughs
Happiness is a light, a lantern in the dark
So far away I can’t reach
I run closer
But it moves away with every step I take

Sometimes I feel as if I am sitting on a chair
In a classroom of happy people
I try to reach out to them
But none of them see me
I scream and shout to no reply
And no one notices me flee
So, most of the time, it’s dark
So dark I can’t see
And the question remains
Will the light ever come
To a monster like me?
A wonderful moment of depression...
Pirate Of The Stars
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Pirate Of The Stars  14/F/Wisconsin
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