outgoing
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Help me
I'm Drowning
In a Sea of
Misunderstanding and Shame.
No Boat on the Horizon.
No Comraderie to Protect me.
Isolations was not Lonely --
Was not Frightening until --
I may seem shy to you
I may not talk when you see me,
but when you turn your back
I can't shut up.
I talk and talk and talk
to animals, friends, and family.
Do you know the real me,
