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Poem Details
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| Title: | untitled |
| Date Submitted: | 5/1/2005 |
| Email: | crimson_surrender@hotmail.com |
| Poem: |
When you hurt too much to live death is the only sureity. The only solid thing to hang onto is there with you each day. When getting better seems inconceivable all you want is to be ok, to be able to live. But you don't think you could cope without it, and being free of it is just as scary as the thought that it will be with you for the rest of your life... Confusion and despair and hurt and dread. ... |