Internal heat and bubbles,
Vicious guest is
stab wickedly to end all.
But there is no end.
There is no good.
Depression, Fear, Poetry, recovery, why write
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#1 by Sirenum Scopuli on January 30, 2011 - 9:38 pm
When you are in the most pain, your writing is the most powerful.
There is good. There is an end. Wait for it.
#2 by Carl on January 30, 2011 - 9:51 pm
Thank you for your comment. The idea to wait is hard to get to, but change will occur.
#3 by Evelyn on January 31, 2011 - 9:30 pm
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