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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.



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