Another bright day in my village,
There’s too many of those, these days.
For a young man too bright to be my age,
There’s a one and twenty ways. 100 more words
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I sit on the bus and gaze out the window…I also take pills and see a psychologist,yes I am battling ocd but it does not define me-you see,we are all on a journey,the thing for me is the bus literally gets me away from my home which is a fortress of OCD. 1,052 more words