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[aid] => mick
[title] => Glad I Didn't Die
[time] => 2004-11-07 08:19:38
[hometext] => there's many things I would have missed out on...
[bodytext] => I am so glad that I didn’t die, Glad that I didn’t say my final goodbye, I was brought back from the brink of death, When doctors didn’t think I had any fight left. But I didn’t die on that fateful day, I lived on so in life I could make my way, If I’d have died I wouldn’t know Mark, I would never have found my way out of the dark. I would never have found my gift of writing, I am proud that I carried on fighting, I am especially glad that I have met all of you, Never is there more a word spoken so true. I can’t believe I tried to end my young life, I was so close to becoming death's wife. How selfish could one person possibly be? I wasn’t thinking about my friends or family, but me. They would have been left behind with such grief, Never knowing how to find their relief, I remember the night I took the pills, I was feeling so very unstable, desperate & ill. My thoughts were like a very muddy pool, Behind my decision was the deadliest of fuel, Alcohol & depression a cocktail I’d mixed, Now thoughts were on death, these thoughts were fixed. But here I am 3 years later still battling on, Even though my depression hasn’t long gone, I am fighting out of sheer determination, On my soul suicide left no desecration. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 197 [topic] => 48 [informant] => pixie [notes] => (Error corrected by Mod) [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 19 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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