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[title] => I Quit
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[bodytext] => I wish I had amnesia. I wish I could forget. Everyday I like myself a little less and less. I wish I weren’t so, so shy. I wish that I could scream. I wish I weren’t so caged in. I wish I could be free. I wish that I could turn my back, and know that someone’s there. I wish that I could know for sure that someone truly cares. How can I not like myself, when once I felt such hope? When in life did this take place? And where’d I finally choke? I’m not the girl I used to be. I’ve heard it many times. I can not be the girl I was. And trust me, yes I’ve tried. I’m stuck in place. I can not move. I want to though so bad. Just like that I’ve gone from glad, to always being sad. Depression is to tame a word. I feel like I am dead. I wish that I could rid the thoughts that sit inside my head. Everyone I ever knew, is everyone who left. every night I fall asleep, I pray for my own death. Tossing, turning, in my bed. I do not wish to sleep. Everything I want in life will taunt me in my dreams. Living life alone is hard. And trust me, I would know. I feel it deep inside myself. My heart is growing cold. Giving up may mean I quit. But now I just don’t care. I’d gladly throw the towel in, and not cry one more tear. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 75 [informant] => Nevilleconnie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 11 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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