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Black Hole

It is a hole of black Where I find myself Cannot retract I dug the hole myself Thoughts of murk Not substance from the mind of I Yet in this darkness I lurk Pleasing the sadness of I O’ how dismal the dirty, gloom How can you forgive me? A pother creeps stealthily, my tomb How can I forgive me?

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Phyllis Babcock

Date: 5/26/2011 10:09:00 AM

What Deb said is so true. We have all did this at one time or another. If you need an ear or a shoulder on line you have many of us who will listen. Never hold the bitterness and sadness in your heart. Life is to live not to grieve. Phyl

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 4/4/2011 3:00:00 PM

all have gone this way at one time or another for it is the meaning of human to err, come back....Light & Love

Cherie Durbin

Date: 3/28/2011 8:56:00 AM

I hope you find your way out of the sadness, Ryan! We're here to help.