Wednesday, May 20, 2015


Alone, though the room is full.
Trying to survive and  "Just Be", not daring to hope to belong.Wishing I were like everyone else...Knowing I fall short...I'm not good enough.Hating everything about who I am...My face, My body, My voice, even my inner spirit.Wishing the ground would just swallow me up...The I could just be lost, a drift into oblivion.

~Shea Clarke 2011

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