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I remember the day they found his body
Contributed by
urizen
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Monday, 21st April 2008 @ 04:21:44 AM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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I remember the day they found his body,
The rain poured down it didn't solve the problem,
This skin, This bone,
This sinew of nerves,
Still hanging by a thread,
The indifferent world still turned.
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urizen
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2008-04-21 04:21:44]
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Re: I remember the day they found his body
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by elle on
Monday, 21st April 2008 @ 09:17:21 AM AEST
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what is the body without our soul?
pitiful residue of life?
& what can we go to with any hope of success if we can not bring or find or hold happiness while we are here?
I pray always for peace. . . even before happiness. . . even beyond life.
I thank you for a thought provoking write. peace. elle. |
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Re: I remember the day they found his body
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by Spike on
Monday, 21st April 2008 @ 10:59:13 PM AEST
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Good capture of the senselessness of suicide - in most cases, anyway. With a few well chosen words you hit the right nerves - existential, emotional, social, and personal.
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