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Jul 2010
I feel myself slipping
To the depths of great despair
Loneliness is inevitable
I don’t want to go back there
I hear your voices calling
Wanting me to come back
I ‘m trying hard to reach you
Please grab a hold of my hand
If I reach the bottom
I ‘m afraid there’s no return
From this **** depression
Another of god’s many curse.
Bethany
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Bethany  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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