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March 11, 2018 2:09 pm  #1


A poem

Writing is helpful. I took one phrase from someone on here and ran with it. Forgive me, I cant remember who you are that sad this, but its the title:

"I am reduced to a pile of dust"

My soul aches, it cries, it screams. It has lost it's best friend. 

Im in the dark. I can't see. I can feel though. Too much. I feel too much. I can barely hear anything but my own torment. All I smell is rancid and rotten.

I feel the loss of you more than ever now. I am alone and I am drowning. I cannot catch a breath between the waves of anger and pain. They are taking me down.










Im simply posting this in case anyone else is feeling so low they are dying. You are not alone. And neither am I. I see that here.

Bless you all. <3

 

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