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My Life, My hole
Contributed by
kisskatharine
on
Sunday, 15th February 2004 @ 04:51:38 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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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
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kisskatharine
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2004-02-15 16:51:38] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: My Life, My hole
(User Rating: 1 ) by Wrybod on
Monday, 16th February 2004 @ 12:00:09 PM AEST (User
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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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