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I can no longer find my purpose and my urge to seek it has vanished.  
Every word, every breath, is nothing but a waist of my existence.  
When can it be over?
  Jul 2020 Elizabeth Christian
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I hate the girl I see in the mirror, but she’s trapped inside it.
My mind wonders through these sleepless nights
I wonder, when will it be over?
  May 2020 Elizabeth Christian
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I can see it...
It’s light...
My destiny.
I’ve finally reached it.
My suffering was worth it.
Now I can rest in peace.
I close my eyes.
The brilliant light,
Taints my blindness
Into a garnet red.
I take a deep breath,
And hold it’s welcoming hand.
My mind.
My heart.
My soul.
Are at ease...
As I fade into nothingness...
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