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I awake in the mornings

As another day has gone by

I sit alone and I wonder

Why-just why

I know that I am not suppose to question you

I am only supposed to beleive

But sometimes the hell that I go through

I feel that I am being deceived

Do I deserve it

Cause I can tell it is slowly killing me

I have feelings at times

That I am six feet underneath

I am on the edge at times

With a push I would be gone

I know your telling yourself

That it is only going to make me strong

I talk to you every night

When I say my silent prayer

I ask that you take away some of these burdens

And loosen up my despair





Deborah Diane Rutan



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