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Life... life. Isn't it always accused of something? Always a suspect? Always a criminal? Always blamed for our troubles and tears? Always the one that has wronged us but not we, ourselves? Yet, no matter the case, it has always been the same story over and over again. Blaming everything on 'life'. So, let's explore the curious but amazing case of the shapes and contours of life and let us decide for ourselves- who is the main culprit? Life or us?

I have recently decided that this will be an anthology of all of my "overcoming depression/hard time" poems. So enjoy!

"Save me" he asks me, but he's got to save himself this time. Austin is an addict and needs to change. Can Jessica save him or is he the only one who can?