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[aid] => mick
[title] => Escaping The Fingers Of Death
[time] => 2016-01-15 03:33:53
[hometext] => By: E. Wayne Searles
[bodytext] => Slipping from the fingers of death I once again grasp a fresh breath of air Some of my choices in life are chaotic I make it like this with no despair Always feeling like a goner at times it’s even hard to catch my breath Feeling so closed in I only focus and worry about my death Such depression is alive a feeling of denial with much grief Always watching and waiting for the reaper to come take me away like a thief Immortal souls swim in a world beyond what we call reality They often reach out and touch us trying to show us what they see My energy is diminished by the touching of souls from the other side This can be very depressing makes me want to run and hide I may often break free from the grasp that reaches through deaths door I try to break from this depression searching for my energy to restore This life is but once please let me live it well I do not wish to go with you my soul I do not wish to sell Written: 15 January 2016 Copyright © 2016 E. Wayne Searles All Rights Reserved [comments] => 1 [counter] => 105 [topic] => 43 [informant] => waynster [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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