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Nov 2013
I feel like death. It is taking over. I'm slowly dying. Nothing in life is bright. Darkness is swallowing me. Enveloping me. Taking my sense of feeling. I don't mind. Honestly. Though sometimes, I want to know what everyone else thinks. Sometimes I just want to feel alive. Happiness comes and goes for me. I can be having the time of my life; when out of nowhere it hits again. It feels like I have been hit by a train; just not quite hard enough to end it all. So I just lie there; unable to move. The tears fall, but no one sees. Is it because no one cares? Or is it all just in my mind?
Wendy Janelle Smith
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