Self Portrait November 1st 2014

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I have told my story before in a different way, before I became Speaks Volumes. I still consider it original, as new readers may pass it to someone that NEEDS to hear it.....

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"A realisation that no longer was it a duty to rid myself of pain but a duty to others, not to. A true Self Portrait." ~~The Poet~~ I cried a million tears while no-one was around, I bottled all my fears and didn’t make a sound. I remembered all the cruelty that was said. Only loneliness and despair filled my head. I could envisage no future that was to be. Everything was hopeless, nothing left for me. Not one nice time in my life that I could recall. I was ugly and sickly, and a burden to all. I was tired of forcing myself to go on living Seemed I was always taking and never giving. As I stood on that cliff looking down at the sea I somehow looked forward as it beckoned to me. Walking away from that cliff to give living another try Its because of what I heard and I’d like to tell you why All of a sudden a voice came from somewhere above "Your hurt wont go, you’ll only pass it to those you love".