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Aug 2014
How I long for the bliss of oblivion
Just a blackness, all encompassing
Covering me, enfolding me
In its emptiness
A ‘life’ without feeling
Without emotion
Without pain ……
I am lured by its seductive call
Getting stronger day by day
Is that hell?
Certainly not heaven if by my choosing
By my hand
An end to the heartache
To be just …….. nothing
Fiona Crouch
Written by
Fiona Crouch  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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