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A Message of Despairing, with Hope.
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A Message of Despairing, with Hope. |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland 
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I held in my eye on a Saturday clean, The sulking and sadist generation of teens, Not knowing their strength, nor knowing their selves; Feeling worthless, loveless, like purposeless whelps. Without thought but a sneer, to the beauty of life, Lacking the sight, to observe what sensations they feel. Seeing doctors for depression and getting pills for it too. This depression’s not financial; I say selves they say: who? Feeling tired, saddened, broken as a curer, Whishing love weren’t a word, because the feeling is surer. To search for a feeler in this heavenly bunch, Torture and a promise to die walking on the road. Message: I’ll try to help as many as I can. I am the two-toed wanderer |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
A very sad piece. I hope you are not one of the depressed. You have a terrific mind, and much you can do in life. Best to you, Martyjo |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
We all get depressed sometimes, and because I seem to be standing in the middle of a new "great 'depression'", it can happen more oftine than not. Thanks for the conscern, but i'm pretty sure I'm of the happier crowd; I know who I am and won't take crap from anyone.  I am the two-toed wanderer |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
I am happy for that. Thanks for answering my concern. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Matthew... your heart is showing. As is your concern. For that I am a very grateful parent/grandparent for who you are, and for what you do. And... I like the new pic.   |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
very sexy haircut  love the write! |
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wredgranny Member
since 2006-11-18
Posts 493Ky. USA |
I held in my eye on a Saturday clean, The sulking and sadist generation of teens, Not knowing their strength, nor knowing their selves; Feeling worthless, loveless, like purposeless whelps. Without thought but a sneer, to the beauty of life, Lacking the sight, to observe what sensations they feel. Seeing doctors for depression and getting pills for it too. This depression’s not financial; I say selves they say: who? Feeling tired, saddened, broken as a curer, Whishing love weren’t a word, because the feeling is surer. To search for a feeler in this heavenly bunch, Torture and a promise to die walking on the road. Message: I’ll try to help as many as I can. I am the two-toed wanderer O'siyo young warrior you see far more than many your age,you write with a depth of feeling beyond what many older are able to show.It is my thought you are a good sign for our future generations,and I am most grateful for that.I wonder at times myself at the pills if perhaps our young would not do better with someone to listen to what is truly troubling in their lives than the Dr. to simply give medicine in hopes the worries of the young one will disapear? blessings granny!
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