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Mar 2016
Here I set in my room
Realizing the longer I hold on the worse it's all becoming
My heart is heavy, no one wants to love the broken
After all what's broken should just be thrown away
No one for days as spoken to me, it's easier to not think of me and all of my issues
My spirt has turned to stone it will never fly again
I'm so ******* alone I don't want to live this way
I thought by now my tears would dry up but they don't
They just keep on falling
I've not been held in years and now I think I'd cring if someone touched me
My skin is not used to that kind of thing any more
But desperately longs for it
I care about everyone I meet, but the feelings never returned
Why the **** am I still here
Just for people to use I guess
I'm done I'm thru I just don't know what to do
I think I'll set and drown in my pool of tears
And pray tomorrow never comes
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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