If I turn North I will see a person, who is suppose to help look out for me, so I walk toward the individual waving franticly, But they don’t even recognize me even though we have known each other for three long years. Once again I am invisible.
I am living in a world I didn't ask to be in. A world of depression, confusion and dispair. Thrown into it without permission - without a contract - without consent. This is a place for sharing our thoughts, frustrations and hope.
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