Protests by people with disabilities where the more severe who drool and talk differently are not permitted to meet with important officials – experienced in 1999.

Dig deep.

I wrote this poem after dating a guy that I just was not good enough for. I felt so bad that I could not make him happy. I could not steal his heart like he had stolen mine. He broke up with me, and now I just want him back.

A song I wrote when I lost all hope, all I could feel was that I wasn’t good enough, unfourtunately you can’t hear the tune but the words say everything I felt … I hope there’s omeone else who can relate too.

Another poem.

A last name, that I used to feel like I didnt live up to.

The end of a fairytale relationship, the deepest cut moment in heartbreak. The feelings of being left for someone else.