How’d I become who I’m known as today?
The girl who is shy, without something to say?
How’d I become just a wandering soul?
Roaming in circles without any hope?
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Depression is a sad thing but your poems are so full of life, Don't stop, I know there's plenty more in your mind waiting to pop.10++