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Tuttey
Sep 22, 2007 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

I feel no comfort

 

Wrapped with in arms of despair.
A core of molasses thick and black.

 

Donning my mask of wellbeing.
Like a robot I confront the day.

 

Misery lurks under the surface.
Anchored to the whims of life.

 

— Tuttey, Sep 22, 2007

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waterdragon

18 years 8 months ago

Interconnected threads

Please note, my new friend, that you posted this at 12:15 or so, and the very next post was mine at 12:39 -- I had not read this until just now, 12:41. We truly all are connected at the soul, and this just proves it to me once again. Is there anything I can do to bring you comfort? Reverend Bec Hudson Shine Your Light It's the ONLY Way to Get Rid of the Darkness!
Frost Smith

Frost Smith

18 years 8 months ago

Break free...

Break free from these arms of despair; something that worked for me was writing about those things in my life for which I can see as positive; its hard I know, I'm not very good at it; but it was one of the things that helped me in the last month or so; changes the focus from negetive all the time to posositve if just for the moment that you're writing; see my poems hope & days. Big hug from a friend Frost
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Conect11

18 years 8 months ago

reminds me

of when I worked at the Great Lakes Science Center. I could have the best mood in the world while driving there, but the minute I got to the parking garage it was like a cloud just hovered over me the rest of the day. I thank you for this, and yet I don't, lol! Mark W.