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Posted by Happyflower on May 30, 2008, at 4:17:22
Heavy thick dread
Shaking fear of
Past memoriesPained with
Knowing
The truth
What isAt the pit
Of my
StomachacheSmothering
Hopes of
Being safe
Ever again.The fear sears
My mind like a
Branding irons
Tender skinned
Ownership.Becoming
A robot
Who cant
Love or trustMoving
Through life
With suppressed
Automatic motionsUntil shut down
With boredom
Of existing
Only to exist.
Posted by raisinb on May 30, 2008, at 10:26:06
In reply to The Truth, posted by Happyflower on May 30, 2008, at 4:17:22
It sounds like you are having such a hard time. I feel for you and hope it gets better soon.
Posted by Phillipa on May 30, 2008, at 13:02:05
In reply to ((((((HF)))))), posted by raisinb on May 30, 2008, at 10:26:06
Happyflower I'm sorry you're feeling so bad. Love Phillipa
Posted by Poet on May 30, 2008, at 16:58:59
In reply to The Truth, posted by Happyflower on May 30, 2008, at 4:17:22
Hi HF,
You pain is so clear in your words, try hard to remember that the people who hurt and abused you can't hurt you anymore.
Poet
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