Your not alone

Your not alone

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I'm here for you This is basically a collection of sad depression poems cuz it makes me feel better. You can come here and read. I like to think of it as a safe place...even tho anyone can read it. But here, I don't care about the number of votes and comments. You can read this book and u don't have to vote or anything if you don't want anyone to know your reading it, but if u want I will GLADLY accept votes and comments ;). But ya. I have been feeling really alone latly. Sometimes you light see some rants and storys but it's mostly poems. I have another account but I always feel like I can write what I want because of the people that know me from school and stuff would judge me.
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There is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be held. Sit down in this circle. Quit acting like a wolf, and feel the shepherd's love filling you. At night, your beloved wanders. Don't accept consolations. Close your mouth against food. Taste the food. You moan, "She left me." "He left me." Twenty more will come. Be empty of worrying. Think of who created thought! Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open? Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence. Flow down and down in always widening rings of being. There's a strange frenzy in my head, of birds, flying, each particle circulating on its own. Is the one I love everywhere? Drunks fear the police, but the police are drunk too. People in this town love them both like different chess pieces. ----------------------------------- All things that we hide in our hearts eat us alive. This book is - full of emotions, love, care and agitation. Well, you need to read this to know what's in. Moreover, It consists of quotes, snippets, poems, bits of advice...Ummm simply deep and random stuff. Go Ahead! HIGHEST rank #1 in poetry as of 19.02.2018 ----------------------------------- 4/10/17 --- 19/04/18

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