I was a negative teen, not depressed -
My diary declared I was.
A complainer indeed, no one stopped me;
Only a sociology teacher
gave me some definitions to ponder.
I was a listener back then -
the friend not the one that needed advice
yet. But
no one heard me; I was cut off
from the world. Sheltered
is what my aunts said.
Seemed shameful,...
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