MY LOVE GIFT

MY LOVE GIFT

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Poetry
One way or the other,we are and would get better amidst the challenges lives offer. We all make mistakes and later get together so in my quest to finding treasuries of Love, a frequent update of Gifts from Love will I share with you...Please don't forget to "Vote&Comment"..If it's not nice too,feel free and let me know... Thank you..
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"There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel." - Who I am doesn't matter. How I got here doesn't matter. What matters now is I'm getting help, right? That's what they tell me here. They tell me that the road to recovery feels like a terrible butt fuck, but the fact that you're on the path to begin with, is all that matters. So as I sit in this circle of fuck ups, I realize just how different I am from them. I didn't attempt suicide because my mother was a crack addict who didn't want me. My father wasn't abusive. I didn't have a sibling die in a car accident. I was never really bullied either. I attempted suicide because, for the first time in years, I thought I had found something that could make me feel again... and after not feeling much at all for far too long, perhaps I went a bit overboard

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