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I sit Alone With my thoughts They swim around me Teeth bared Trying to bite I struggle But still Slowly By inches Wounds appear Rips in my mind Tears in my eyes This pain grows How long must I endure What is left for me But the fight The struggle When do i quit I stop I succumb To the suffering Is it in me to give up? No. Stubborn old man fights. To stop the struggle To quit Is to lay down and Die. I am not ready. So I sit Alone In the dark With my thoughts. This time Will I be ready?
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
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I sit Alone With my thoughts They swim around me Teeth bared Trying to bite I struggle But still Slowly By inches Wounds appear Rips in my mind Tears in my eyes This pain grows How long must I endure What is left for me But the fight The struggle When do i quit I stop I succumb To the suffering Is it in me to give up? No. Stubborn old man fights. To stop the struggle To quit Is to lay down and Die. I am not ready. So I sit Alone In the dark With my thoughts. This time Will I be ready?
I had a moment of weakness, my greatest shame. I got through it, thanks to some great people and a certified mess-maker (who will never know). But I felt I had to write it down, some of it. And I'm a little tougher now for it. No quitting here!
jake-hicks
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
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