'The Daffodils' by Wordsworth:
'I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
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Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
I think there might be something wrong with me. I honestly feel slightly frightened about leaving the house and i'm not sure why. I have never liked crowds, I have a phobia of going to places with lots of people, the thought of a stadium brimming with thousands of fans makes me feel ill. I struggle with lecture theatres full of people, but manage it. I wonder if anyone feels the same. I dont want to see anyone, i'd rather stay in my room, paint or draw. Am i missing out on life or am I just embracing who I am?
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The lotus is a flower that rises from the mud. The deeper the mud, the more beautiful the flower blooms. This is a place for me, to write, to feel and express myself. I would love people that care to comment and talk but if you don't have anything nice to say. Don't say it.
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