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Oct 2014
i have a problem.

sometimes, i am happy
uncontrollably so.
everything makes me smile.
and the sun shines in my heart.

but then there are days
when even under the sun
i bring in the rain.
it pours from my eyes
down my cheeks
to my mouth.

and i try to swallow
but i can't.
and everything crumbles
around me.

i lose myself.
and there is no one but me
who can
t h o s e
p i e c e s
u p .

i have a problem.

i am my problem.
i hate my problem, i hate myself.
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