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May 2015
I have very little desire to live.
I cannot sustain my grip.
It seems that my life is slipping away from me. As easily as water pouring through a sieve.
Drip, drip, drip.

Sip after sip, they all take their drink.
Does it quench their thirst?
Seeing me at my worst?
Watching my self-esteem shrink?
(C) 2015
Waiting4TheStop
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Waiting4TheStop  29/Gender Fluid/United Kingdom
(29/Gender Fluid/United Kingdom)   
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