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Are you okay? Yes I am.. But I wasn't , As I responded to that, Because what else to say, When you aren't, Are you feeling good? Yes I am.. When I wasn't, But how will it help, If I responded for real, Do you need water? Yes I want.. But just shut down, The surrounding chatter, With infinite laughter, I couldn't bear, The noise, Inside me growing larger, Than my voice that was, Shaking my exterior poise, My daughter, Came closer.. As she held my, trembling hand, As she whispered, Mom, it will get better.. My partner, Looked at me, And wanted me to know.. It's okay, Not to be okay, Getting drunk, And throwing up.. Is all part of growing up, Till the part, Where you start loving, Just water again.. My mom and dad, Comforted me,  That although sad as it looks, Things aren't that bad.. As explained by the books, Relationships and people, Are the ones that make you stable, While everything else, Can topple,   Well, there will be loads of trouble, But more than that t


A writer 
is alone
walks home
with footsteps
sleeps alone
a noisy
that gets louder
when it rains
talks to people
that don't exist
makes conversations
with people from the 
asks questions
not wishing for answers
gets slammed doors
for annoying neighbors
reads books
overlooking shadows
in their own world
they are prisoners
that give out symbols
by writing on walls
for other's to read 
and know what's the price
of being free


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