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Feeling the sorrows of myself to why I don't really know answer is within myself to find no one really knows why we feel the sorrows that touchs us in many ways to understand the moods we get into we long for something someting that we are missing memories become us in reality it shows us to why we hang ourselves so long what are we searching for a balance life maybe or not feeling the sorrows of my own thougths to be in away moods are sorrows trying to understand them is question we all don't understand I know who I am sorrows I hate is knowing what people hating the fact of life life is many sorrows to them all finding a place of comfort and warmth what happen to it all I was the same lost and confuse nothing seem to work in the past I walk silent in my mind yet I question many things I word into my mind before saying it to anyone else life is a sorrows to all who live with many different pies of depress comes in many forums not just the fact or the issue it's real out there nothing would work can't get rid of the pain of confusing through our sorrows in the way we cannot express ourselves deeply within us just the fault that creeps upon at times yet we hold on to our own strength by doing things we like to do focusing on others who feel the same feeling the sorrows to myself and to others who aren't alone in the world we see or seek out there sorrows to who we are real within our own ways
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Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 12:42 PM UTC
Feeling the Sorrows of Myself
Feeling the sorrows of myself to why I don't really know answer is within myself to find no one really knows why we feel the sorrows that touchs us in many ways to understand the moods we get into we long for something someting that we are missing memories become us in reality it shows us to why we hang ourselves so long what are we searching for a balance life maybe or not feeling the sorrows of my own thougths to be in away moods are sorrows trying to understand them is question we all don't understand I know who I am sorrows I hate is knowing what people hating the fact of life life is many sorrows to them all finding a place of comfort and warmth what happen to it all I was the same lost and confuse nothing seem to work in the past I walk silent in my mind yet I question many things I word into my mind before saying it to anyone else life is a sorrows to all who live with many different pies of depress comes in many forums not just the fact or the issue it's real out there nothing would work can't get rid of the pain of confusing through our sorrows in the way we cannot express ourselves deeply within us just the fault that creeps upon at times yet we hold on to our own strength by doing things we like to do focusing on others who feel the same feeling the sorrows to myself and to others who aren't alone in the world we see or seek out there sorrows to who we are real within our own ways
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annamaria-gagno
Canadian
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 12:42 PM UTC
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