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whispers of hopelessness fill the room as it snffs all air from my lungs. I suffacate in the thought...im my thoughts. im losing it. wait, losing what? I never had anything so why should I get upset? Why the meds in my one hand and a bottle of deer park in the other? you cant lose wht you never had. maybe i never had them. never had you.
Published 18th Jan 2011
| Edited 20th Jan 2011
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20th Jan 2011 00:59am
This is good it shows depresion and the loss for ones life it makes the reader think of how can one relate to not haveing anything to live for. nice job
21st Jan 2011 7:36pm
love the way your twsited devoid mind works mate. keep up the good work, its very dark yet simple
