CRY





It has been a hard road emotionally.

I wake up depressed more in hopes of comfort.

I cry at night like a child that needs her mother with no where in sight.

I turn to myself a lot to find comfort within because

I am not sure who to turn to.

At times I am confused.

At times I wonder why.

At times I just sit in the dark and cry. 
 
 

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