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By Dana Date: 2003 Jul 03 Comment on this Work [[2003.07.03.11.38.26432]] |
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Some days it's hard just to get up in the morning. I feel like I can't breathe. The pain fills within my chest and the salty tasting drops fall from my eyes. Sadness, despair, rejection, fear, frustration, anger wash over me all at once and I'm lonesome. Some days it's hard to get my body moving without force. I want to wallow in my self pity instead. There's no one to cry to, no one to vent on. There's no one to listen to my pain until I run out of voice, until my tear ducts dry up and swell. I have only myself to cry to. Some days it's so hard. |