Insanity
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Last published Mon, Jan 16, 2017
When you were gone I wasn't me. When you left I went into depression. I put my feelings into words. I made character to represent stages and pieces of my life. These characters became a part of me. They became real. The people that knew about them understood and they were like me.
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