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Depression

it is not the fear of dying from a broken heart it is the knowledge that it is so broken i will not care to realize that it has stopped beating.

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Keith Bickerstaffe

Date: 1/11/2009 7:56:00 AM

A description of the worst kind of depression... total lack of feeling of any kind. BRAVO Elizabeth! Best wishes, Keith

Tyesha Ehigiator

Date: 1/10/2009 9:47:00 AM

So sadly expressed, it is always hard to stop feeling, loving and hurting for someone you no longer have, a lost love is always hard, but I found myself leaning on the lord in hopes of strength and a brighter day, I was able to raise my head up high again and start to mend, You just have to search your soul for the courage to let go...God Bless you and Best wishes to you This New Year...Nice piece *Tyesha

Jason Johnson

Date: 1/6/2009 12:40:00 PM

so true, and summed up in three powerful lines...-Jason

Yoni Dvorkis

Date: 1/5/2009 7:45:00 PM

don't worry. it never stops beating. the worst you can do is put a silencer around it. Or bury it under layers of concrete. It doesn't matter.. you can always dig it back up. sooner or later.