I hate living in uncertainty
where the path ahead is hazy
Every step could be a move forward
or a fall that ends bloody
and I've had enough of falling off that precipice
Someday, the fog has to lift
and show me the path
...
Right?

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PoetryA poetic diary of sorts. A collection of poems chronicling my depression, suicidal ideation, and my journey through therapy.