"I don't want your fucking pity. I don't want you checking in on me if you aren't prepared to hear the answer. What I want is some space. I can figure this out on my own. This is my problem. I don't know if I started it or if someone else started it, but I can handle this. I might trip and fall along the way, but if you know me -- I mean, really know me -- you'll know that I'll get back fucking up. And I'll make it eventually. I'll make it one day. I just want to be able to say that I did it. I did it, not some drugs, not some doctor, me."
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PoetryThis is a collection of some of my old poems, short stories, and other writing that I created a few years ago, while I was going through a really rough patch in my life. I wanted to publish it back then, but this is the best that I can do for now. E...
