I'm alone
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Feeling lonely, empty or numb can be overwhelming for anyone, with or without experience. Sometimes one needs an escape, a sort of drug that isn't bought but created and felt. A drug that is more than just a temporary escape and hard to access. Sometimes you need a drug you can call home. And for some that drug might just be poetry.
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