Hi all. So I found how to post to my blog on TH! I just wanted to say hi, although I am fairly sure that no one will see this.

I just wanted to share a poem I wrote today.

Its called Staying Strong:

Nothing is as it used to be
Nothing is as it seems
I used to be happy
Content
But I don't even know who I am anymore

Counting the days I stay clean...
One...
Two...
Three......

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