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  1. If I asked for help,
    that would mean I am in danger,
    and I’m too tired to admit it,
    too bitter.
    For it would mean
    I’d have to work
    to fix things
    that seem unfixable
    after one too many trials.
    Giving up was not my choice
    My choices were stolen
    when I asked for mercy,
    yet was given more to carry
    than any one being should bear.
    There is no remedy
    for insanity of the soul,
    no light at the end
    of the tunnel,
    no way to become whole again,
    driven out of Eden
    with spite and vengeance
    Oh, how I have fallen,
    and keep on falling…
    And this I have learned;
    The Mad hold a special truth ~
    There is no end…

  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    :eek:hmy: :eek:hmy: :eek:hmy:

    You manage to express the inexpressible...:eek:hmy:


  3. ari

    ari Staff Alumni

    a sigh of breath escapes the pent up emotions that hold me captive
    in agreement of undeniable understanding do i know
    the prediciment that there is in for raising your arms
    asking for mercy, sanctuary,
    for that helping hand to help you up
    off the shamed knee's that we seem to fallen on
    what the world does not understand, is the silent suffering
    i want the universe to know that this was not asked for
    this truth i did not want to carry as my history of me
    it is what has shaped me, made me learned in so many truths
    the falling isnt forever is what i have been told
    to know this truth is so hard to hear
    hope for the light even though it seems bleak, even to I
    maybe the ending is not the one that we seem to see now
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