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PAUCITY OF BEING HEARD: COLLECTION OF POEMS. « It is said, “If you tell yourself something so many times, you start to believe it.” So, I began telling myself that I was Happiness. But you see, You can’t just call a Depressed person “Happiness.” So what I eventually came to find out …» ---HI, MY NAME IS DEPRESSED by Lindsey Bottino. « Stop turning off the lights I’m still here Present, yet unaccounted for Just another face in the crowd Sized up …» ---I’M HERE 2 by Joey Conley. « We pass a dirty alleyway The scent of urine reaching out Marking turf where drunkards fight And vomit up their sour dreams In reeking mounds that dot the ground From nightmare bones that won’t be still We pass a block of plastic tarps Cardboard roofs collecting dew Homes that hold unquiet bones Dreamless as these shaded mounds …»---MONDAY by Pam Impson