"BECAUSE MY MIND ISN'T MINE!!!!" she screams.
"My mind isn't mine and it's not fair!" she cries.
With no hand to hold, I hold my tears.
With no voice to hear, I hold my fears.
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Finding Joy
PoetryI never spent time seeking joy. I only spent time making a bed comfortable enough in sadness to bare it. Now, I'll see and work at finding joy. This is a continuation of "We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human".
