I have deep, well-worn grooves on both the light side and dark side of my brain. So often my thoughts roam between the two, the path is natural, comfortable. Keep on reading for the words of a clinically depressed poet (oxymoron?) learning to accept happiness and forgive the past. I'll let you determine which is light and which is dark. Inside you will find extreme highs and lows, a spastic roller coaster of thoughts, all while the exterior is a stoic...
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