Opening the blinds.A Poem by AlySome days facing depression seems unbearable.Here I stand. A broken soul. No one to raise or call my own. No heart to love or open to any human old or new. Here i sit, A mind of clutter. with feelings closed, a broken shutter. No light shall enter, no hope seems near, today could be the last, i fear.
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