Who are we but
lost souls traveling on the road to
Now
But When is
Now ?
Now would be Then
only if Today were
Yesterday
And I wasn’t writing
but rather
talking to much
Thinking to much
And wondering why?
But
Wondering why ?
Only leads to depression
And Depression leads to me
So I’ve begin hinding from myself
But somehow
I always find
me
and
we
cry
Together
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I like this.
Similuar feelings.
^^
actually mutual.
Here I go again tinking in half a thought.
Deppression....A sad thing...but hard to escape...
yes..I like this poem it remindes me of fate why I have no clue it just does....
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I feel the same way so much of the tome.To not see youself for the way you really are is very emotional and hard to do.You wrote your feelings beautifully.We all have things that hurt and make us cry but you always have to get through it and make the most of the time that we have.Great job on getting your feelings out.
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This is truly thought-provoking! WOW! I wonder how many can relate to this! This is just wonderful! Something in this makes me think that you might need an ear to bend, well just look me up if you do.
Happy Holidays!
and love
Nyetta
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What a write! something that I'm sure many can relate to. something so heartfelt.. thank you very much for sharing.. I truly enjoyed reading this.
Angel
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Depression
So a sad thing to suffer from. I can so relate . But to write about it is like a healing blam. write on young poet.
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