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Apr 2015
As I walk down this road,
I run into an old friend,
It was never a great friend,
It ruined my life,
Now that I continuously cry,
It makes me want to die.

And now here I am to introduce you to it,
Sadness is it's name,
Sadness isn't a side effect of what has become of me,
It's a side effect of dying,
Not on the outside, but the inside,
Now I begin to go through the continued cycle of sadness.

I continue walking through the twisty, bumpy road,
I go up a hill, and plummet through the asphalt into an ocean.
This ocean isn't blue.
This ocean isn't pretty.
This ocean it grey, it's ugly, filled with only sadness and fear.

I swim, hoping to find a way out.
But as I'm swimming, I stop.
My eyes fill up with tears, then I realise,
This isn't just an ocean,
It's my tears, they've caught up with me.
And now I'm slowly sinking.

Here I am, trying to make it to the surface, but with no such luck,
I'm sinking, sinking, sinking.
Now here I am sinking down, down, down.

I've never felt this way before, only felt similar.
Now here I am sitting at the bottom of a cold, dark abyss.
It's freezing, it's frightening, what monsters lurk around here?
It's almost as if I'm just another empty soul.

Now I'm slowly falling asleep,
Not worrying about the creatures.
But I'm worried about where this sleep will take me,
Then I finally let go.
Erin H Shingler
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