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My Life, My hole

Contributed by kisskatharine on Sunday, 15th February 2004 @ 04:51:38 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



Everyday I look forward to night time when I will sleep,
when I am pratically dead,
my soul disconnected from my body,
when I can leave behind,
the thoughts and memories that haunt and disgust me

Surely I would be better dead,
what do I have to live for,
How long am I willing to endure what I call
my life, my hole

I have lost so much that I was never thankful for,
Everything I have ever wished for,
ever thought would happen as it has in my mind,
has fallen apart or failled to materialize

Cynism is me, I see the world differently,
I see corruption in everything,
an apple symbolizes original sin to me,
a handshake greed and artifice




Copyright © kisskatharine ... [ 2004-02-15 16:51:38]
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Re: My Life, My hole (User Rating: 1 )
by Wrybod on Monday, 16th February 2004 @ 12:00:09 PM AEST
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Looking back seventy odd years I'd say you are 99% right, it's the other 1% that makes it all worth while.

The percentage was higher in childhood but I'll skip that.............let's go from 18 onwards....

My first solo flight learning to be a pilot during WWII

My first real love when I came back home from RAF service in 1948 (see my poem .... The way we were)

Meeting my wife, see my poem
Wolf.....with hindsight

My son David Nigel

My Daughter in law Chantelle and my grandchildren Charlotte, Alex and Maddi.

Holidays with the family

The yacht I built myself and sailing it

Hang Gliding

writing poetry

bob





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