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<font color="green">Alive But Not Living
I used to know joy and peace
Calm and happiness
A lightness of being
I used feel these.
All that is gone,
Now that depression
Rules my nights and days
And makes them all the same.
Dreariness dwells within
There is not even sorrow,
Just empty dullness
I slough through daily.
I paste on a smile
Act like I care.
I fool those who watch
But cannot fool myself..
I’d host a pity party
Maybe even cry,
But inside is all dead
And I haven’t strength to try.
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dalila
Worry is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do but it doesn't get you anywhere.
-Erma Bombeck
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