Unheard

Unheard

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Poetry
I feel it Before it comes The inevitable hit Who do i blame? For letting me live in such hell Why won't the end just come? And sweep me away.
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~One more step, was all it would take. To end it all. And here I was, about to take it.~ But what can you do when death doesn't want you dead? When life won't let you go? When the one person you truly live for is someone who your entire being screams at you to run from. When the world tips you upside down and leaves you there to hang. When the person you surround your self with is someone you should only ever meet once. When everything in your past messes with your future. Because Life was never meant to be this way. Not like this. For me, Living became a much harder thing to do, as soon as I found my reason for it. For something I'd always begged for, wants me too. But not how I would have ever deemed possible. It's not what I expected. For I'd never have imagined how close within my reach death really was.

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