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Loneliness is similar to a jail cell, except the bars are invisible and the guard is your worst fear. Loneliness is similar to poison ivy, once you try to get rid of it on your own- it only gets worse.
I chose to be in this world of dark and light. I chose to be hidden rrom my fears. What people really see is the front that I put up What people really see is not the real me.
I'm no Maya Angelou, Mark Twain, or Emerson. I don't yet know my dearest complaints, intents, or direction. I've never been hurt so bad that I've been deeply pained, I have, however, seen enough to know that we need change.