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Jun 22
Self-medicating, trying not to feel                                                             ­finding life difficult and unable to deal                                                Searching for something that appeals                                                          ­disappointed  when nothing is revealed                                                      Closing my eyes, I stomach the pain                                                          resentment and anger takes over my brain                                                    Go and ask anybody ,they'll say the same                                                             ­                                                          we are all just pawns in life's twisted game                                                     We go through the motions ,a smile on our face                                                             ­                                                            pretending like life hasn't lost it taste
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Sherri Woodman  63/F/pa
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