I sometimes forget that everyone's problems are not my own. That I don't have to carry the weight of the world on my shoulders. For my shoulders are fragile, my body weak. I forget that I can lean on others, sometimes. But, I don't trust them enough to help me. I'll pretend I do, but I trust no one with my emotions and thoughts. And this, will be the death of me. So maybe I do understand his concept of anonymity. I just prefer to leave my emotions anonymous and appear apathetic about my struggles.
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Gypsy
Poetrya poetry collection "Gypsy souls aren't meant to stay in one place; they're meant to wander. I got tired, bored, and depressed in the place that I was at. Change was the only option. So I packed up my soul in a suitcase and left."
