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In a corner alone,
I sit and gather my thoughts.
I free fall through a world,
painted in colors.
Dizzier and dizzier
the world grows fuzzy.
Colors flash by,
but none come into focus.
And try as I might,
I can't stop the never ending wheel.
I have to accept that
I'm not meant to only be one color
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Falling
PoetryA collection of short poems about pain and struggling with depression. Note: For everyone reaching out and asking if I'm okay, yes I am! I struggle with depression and writing helps me cope when I'm sad. It is a good outlet for my feelings and it ma...
