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You can't have what's left.

You gotta fight just to make it through.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Decoupage dreams
  cemented together by the demented-
the irony of it all.

Standing up
Crashing down
Either way it's just game.

You'll never win-
You were born to loose.

At least, that's what the voices tell you.

Author notes

God, this wasn't worth a shit.
This is the stigma surrounding it, as well as the beast itself.

Personally, my depressions back, and it hurts and I hate it.

Anybody who ever wants to have PTSD, you can have mine... Meh.

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A contest entry

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  • Exodus gold member
    May 6, 2008
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    You had this amazing imagery and metaphor building up, and then the last three lines just seemed to... not work. Kind of like you got to that and then just ran out of things to say, but the poem wasn't finished yet.

    That aside it was still a beautiful piece, the alliteration in the second line was wonderful.

    Thank you


  • dark cajun shadow
    May 5, 2008
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    Good Job...a very powerful message well stated!


  • Heavens Child
    May 3, 2008

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    I can so relate to this as I also deal with PTSD. It is something I wouldn't wish upon anyone. Best wishes and thank you for entering.


  • siddy jones
    April 24, 2008
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    this poem is the truth. this is how depression feels. I thought that you did a great job, good luck


  • ShotgunSherri--
    April 21, 2008

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    Thankyou.

    And
    I love this poem.

    It speaks the truth
    straight forward.

    BRAVO

    and good lluck

    x.x.x.

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