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Genre: Poetry |
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I sit alone with a damaged soul. The weight on my shoulders is too heavy to move. These thoughts in my head constantly going. My cheeks are chapped from all the tears. I ask for help but no one hears me, for I have no voice. I sit alone with no hope, no love, no happiness, just darkness.
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Wed, September 19th, 2018 12:58pm
A perfect description of depression, jmm.
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Wed, September 19th, 2018 2:06pm
It kind of stinks that we both know the description of depression so well. Thank you very much for all your comments and feedback. It means a lot
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