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Rock bottom

What does it feel like?

When you hit rock bottom.

Does it hurt?

Should I be bleeding?

I do emotionally bleed.

That is to say, I am actively emotionally bleeding.

I have **** near lost almost everything.

Everyone.

That I have ever loved.

So, is this not yet rock bottom?

The surface here is gritty.

I can't reach through it.

Or above it.

It stinks here.

And I'm alone.

There are shadows of life gone by.

How do I recognize rock bottom?

Is it surreal?

Tangible?

How am I to know when I'm there?

I did hit my head on the way down,

Two or fourteen times.

I guess I will sit here.

And wait.

Looking up for the light that I'd always heard tell of.

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thomas-r-parsons
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Apr 17, 2013
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