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About
The poems are written when my depression is high. I was trying to stay sane and keep myself from doing something wrong. I lived in a shelter, and I was losing my mind. I lost the marble and was losing the time. I couldn't figure out where I was going. Things were never the same. You ever wonder how you got where you are? Until you are at a shelter, at the bottom of your game, and you start questioning everything.