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Nov 2012
I feel the cold, it penetrates my soul
I look up, the sky is black like my thoughts
I sit and ponder, when will I be whole
All these days for happiness I have fought

People wonder, why are my thoughts so dark
It's a disease for which there is no cure
All this pain, on my soul there is a mark
If it will ever heal, I am not sure

I'm searching for the light, but there is none
My eyes are open and yet I can't see
I reach out for help but there is no one
I call out none hear my desperate plea

I'll keep on living each day feeling lost
Until happy lighted paths have been crossed
2005
Anon C
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Anon C  35/F/Virginia
(35/F/Virginia)   
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