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I have warm dreams, explicit dreams, hopeful dreams, fun dreams... but that's all they are, dreams. i sometimes never want to wake up; not like, 'kill myself' way, but to stay asleep, to prolong the dreams. i dunno, some things are too simple to grasp and others too easy to be real--dreams

i first grew my hair out so i could have something to hide behind, to conceal the tears and red eyes, especially in school... not many people talked to me before my bro died--i was anitsocial--but after he died i became extremely extroverted and outgoing. but the hair served its purpose then and serves a purpose now - the girls like it :-D yeah :)

welcome to any suggestions on a new rganization of this poem--all stanza are numbered so just critique with the numbers  ex.- 1, 2 4, 7, 3, etc...

About my struggles with depression

Coming home to my old bedroom was hard. I had to fight back tears. There was alot of things in my room that reminded of him.