I cry out. Help!

I wimper and gasp with racing drops falling down my face. Help!

I am stuck in a dark, molded sphere, running into the same sides and corners. Help!

I have grown to be strong, but this is torture.

I have to realize, i am alone in this world. No one to rely on. No one to hope for. 


No, i can not! I refuse to believe i am alone! The whirlpool of depression and guilt and  

the feeling of hatred will not get the best of me! 

I am strong! Yes!

I am beautiful! Yes!

I am not alone. Yes.

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