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Poison
Life is poison,
Your family,
Your friends,
Your job,
Your money.
Its all a means to the same end. Its all a path twoard depression and unhappiness.
Sure there are good times just as there are bad.
You grow up thinking life is a fairy tale,
Then it becomes a hardship,
Then it becomes a fight,
Then it becomes a war,
And then when you are finally old enough you give up and come to peace with the poison life is.
You realize its all just a battle and you are tired of fighting.
Its sad when you are young and tired of fighting.
Its sad when you are young and the poison is already in your veins.
Life is poison. Its all a smile, a frown, and a means to the end.
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Poison
Life is poison, Your family, Your friends, Your job, Your money. Its all a means to the same end. Its all a path twoard depression and unhappiness. Sure there are good times just as there are bad. You grow up thinking life is a fairy tale, Then it becomes a hardship, Then it becomes a fight, Then it becomes a war, And then when you are finally old enough you give up and come to peace with the poison life is. You realize its all just a battle and you are tired of fighting. Its sad when you are young and tired of fighting. Its sad when you are young and the poison is already in your veins. Life is poison. Its all a smile, a frown, and a means to the end.
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Depression
It over whelms me. Swallows me whole. My body feels almost paralyzed by the pain it brings. My head heavy, My heart barely beats. No energy to face the day and all it has to offer good or bad. Depression feels like poison flows through my body instead of blood. I can understand why some try to cut it out. I cant let go of it that easy. Instead my insides writhe in sick twisted motions. Sleep seems like my only solace but even then they are nightmares. My life is good, yet I am beyond sad. The saddest part it that I know I am not alone in the world like this.
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The best parts of the world are the ones less touched
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I wanted the perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems dont rhyme, and some stories dont have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.
Delicious Ambiguity
Gilda Radner
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