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This Thing I call Life..
Contributed by
drogedarain
on
Tuesday, 21st February 2012 @ 10:12:02 AM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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This thing I call life is dissipating my very being,
killing me slowly
This thing I call life is one of making others
feel loved and not as much about me as others seem
to perceive..
I sell myself short and find myself running
for cover when love is shown
or even its shadow casts my way.
Why is this so easy to do, when
I cant stand the thought of another feeling
unloved or enduring an ounce of pain?
We all desire love and thrive on its very essence,
everyone seems so readily to dismiss it.
I want to feel love caress my soul, like the
oceans high tide caresses the shore.
Although I allow it to pass me by or force it
to move on.
This thing I call life is a madness that cant
be diagnosed by any psychologists book,
there is no help or label for me
This thing I call life when will it end?
I imagine the day I allow myself to truly
love again.
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drogedarain
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2012-02-21 10:12:02]
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Re: This Thing I call Life..
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by ladyfawn on
Monday, 28th July 2014 @ 10:38:29 PM AEST
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sooo beautifully penned....
hugs n' love nessa |
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