"Many years ago,
I sculpted some ice.
It looked like me,
It talked like me,
But it wasn't me.
Not really.
But I liked the sculpture.
So I hid behind it.
And it became the only me
That I would let people see."
~Unknown
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PoetryA collection of poems and stories for the broken, lost, afraid, recovery, heartbroken, depressed, and many more. *Trigger warning possibly for some of these*
