Death if my Gift

I fear help, if there is, would have come too late.... Feeling Death is really my gift...at the end is only me and Death...

Another word is trite...

Another word I searched that is me now is trite....I am tired beyond words...

Dashing hopes...

It seems that's once again. My hopes are dashing. Beaten down all over again.


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Should be so blessed

I should feel so blessed. But I feel u am slowly slipping back 8 years ago.


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Disappearing

I am slowly disappearing into nothing as days goes by. Finding it hard to see myself in the mirror. Another day another night. Another weekend another week.


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