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Aug 2014
Feeling aimless. Feeling alone.
Staring blankly at the unknown
This isn't depression. This isn't despair.
Maybe it's apathy. But I don't care.
Into the abyss. Feeling remiss in all of this.
The sun is coming up. The day feels still.
Is my mind at peace or am I mentally ill.
Numb but I don't care. Peace is in the air.
The birds are chirping. The day has dawned.
Zena O'Brien
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