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And Yet…

November 22, 2016

And yet I love you still.

I care way beyond my fill

I am over brimming with a feeling

that others are constantly stealing

leaving me nothing but depression

and lack of self expression,

with no one in whom to safely confide

my grave wish for painless, authorless suicide.

 

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From → Poetry, Spirituality

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