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The ache in my chest
The throb behind my eyes Feeling like crying Feeling as if I had cried for hours. All so familiar I remember this strife The heaviness around my heart The fog clouding my mind. Why dos it come back Again and again ? Will I ever find freedom? I want this to end And I don’t care just how. But I will hold on One more day, One more long night, Again and again . I know the feelings pass. The sun will shine in my heart As brightly as it is outside But today the fog and gloom Have filled up my soul. And I am just sad.
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This is beautifully written, ((((Dalila)))...
I'm sorry that you are hurting... Warmest regards, Peanut <font color=blue>HI FROM PEANUT</font color=blue> ![]()
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Thank you for sharing your heartfelt poem. It really describes what depression is so beautifully.
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((((((((((((dalila)))))))))))))))
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(((((((((((((((dalila)))))))))))))))
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