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May 2002 Poetry

I am sinking,

so quickly,

in a bed,

of quicksand.

I struggle,

to get free.

This quicksand,

is my depression.

It has a tight grasp,

on my heart and soul,

and affects my everyday.

I am no longer in control.

The quicksand has taken over,

and won the battle.

Once again,

I have lost.



~*~ Jill ~*~

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I wrote this on 5-13-02

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©25 May 2002 - 10:26pm — hccgirl04
29 September 2002 - 10:22am — Silver . (not verified)
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good flow and i liked the way it was written..i can relate to it good job

15 June 2002 - 2:18am — Jessica Amy LeBlanc (not verified)
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I love the way you organized this one to undulate in shape. It adds to it in a big way. scary poem though...