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Apr 2014
I sit here, lost and alone
Wishing I was gone from this earth but not wanting to die
The sadness, the helplessness overwhelms me
And I cry

Where is my “light at the end of the tunnel”?
The bleakness of my future extending with no break
Stretching out before me
And I fear

The daily grindstone that wears me down
Powered by my steps through this life
Not daring to stop
And I tremble

But life continues, with the world passing by
A façade of normalcy in place
I move ahead
And I hope
Fiona Crouch
Written by
Fiona Crouch  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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