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The line between my happiness and my depression is hazyThey run so closely together
As if they coexist in harmony
Im afraid that the dark shadow of depression may soon over take that of the bright skies of my happiness
Who will i be then?
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The line between my happiness and my depression is hazyIf I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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Being Me | 0 | 06/17/2009 |
Meant to be | 0 | 06/17/2009 |
The Crazy Things We Say | 1 | 06/17/2009 |
Untitled | 0 | 06/12/2009 |
What Gave Me Away? | 0 | 05/31/2009 |
Left Below | 1 | 05/31/2009 |
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