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Jan 2017
The dark has come again
I don't think I'll ever win
It'san uphill war
Is there any more?

More to this life
Than this endless strife
I can't stay away from this knife

It rules me
It tells me who to be
And i obey
I follow all the way

I bow down
I give it the crown
And so on i drown

I feel so stuck
In this endless muck
I watch as others move on
They have won

But I'm still lost
This an old poem and its not my current situation but its sort of a show how despite pain and doubt these things can be good and help us to grow
Poetry of the unstable
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Poetry of the unstable  20/F/Nashville
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     Crazy Diamond Kristy
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