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Sep 2013
Sometimes the loneliness of depression clouds the thoughts of logic
It's hand opens the door to despair.
Once opened it seldom closes.
It's a door into a world where no one else is
Though many can be found there
It has no borders no guards
No person polices it
No help when in trouble
No way back
Goodbye my friend
I hope you find peace


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Micheal Wolf
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Micheal Wolf  On the edge of reason, UK
(On the edge of reason, UK)   
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