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Jan 2018
I spend all my hours crying and crouching in dark despair, consumed by self pity; neither living nor dead, my mind poisoned by grief, ruined, undone, bitter and broken; my love wrenched from me.
My dream smashed into a billion pieces.
I'm finally ready to embrace the black dog with all its teeth and fury, fearless, numb, exhausted, done.
I'll gladly drink down any poison, to end this state of loss, to open my flesh, to let out my blood with glass or steel and to let the cold waters draw me down into the ocean with pockets full of stones, anything to stop this intolerable feeling!
I am nothing but empty!
Iā€™m sick and tired and at the end!

Iā€™m content that but a few will remember, until I'm completely forgotten.
Confused, broken down and in a dark, dark desperate place!
Purcy Flaherty
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Purcy Flaherty  50/M/Earth
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