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Hypoglycemia (hypoglycaemia in the UK) is a medical term referring to a pathologic state produced by a lower than normal amount of sugar (glucose) in the blood. The term hypoglycem...
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Tuesday December 1, 2009
Poem/Artistic Stories
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Silent Screaming
I try to scream for help but when I open my mouth nothing comes through
I ask you for help but you don't know what to do
Inside myself I'm tearing apart
I scream the loudest from the depths of my heart
But nobody sees me because it's not my nature it's not me
I scream for attention but no one hears me how can that be
I stop for a moment and cry and wail out loud
This time...
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Mr. President
Please. Tell me this Mr. President.
Do you really care?
Can you really feel the pain,
Without ever being there?
Have you ever lost someone,
Closer than just a friend?
Brother, sister, daughter, son.
Have you ever lost someone?
Do you know how it feels,
To have your heart ripped out?
Nothing else could hurt so much.
It causes hope to turn to doubt.
There are no words to explain the pain.
Searing h...2 Recommendations3 Comments -
To the one I love You will never understand what happened or why
But now your in heaven be still now don't cry
I loved you I did but I just wasn't ready
So jesus took you in his arms and rocked you slow and steady
One day I'll see you in heavens bright light
But until then be safe and sleep through the night!
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I hAvE bEeN iN pRiSoN
fOr SuCh A LoNg TiMe
"WhEn Do I gEt OuT?"
AsKs My BoDy, SoUL, aNd mInD
mY bOdY fEeLs So CoNfiNeD
eVeN tHoUgH tHeRe ArE nO
viSiBLe ShAcKLeS tO sEe WiTh
YoUr EyEs, I fEeL tHeM vErY tIght
My shAcKLeS aRe My TrOuBLeD mInD
mY mInD sO tRoUbLeD bY
tHeSe ThOuGhTs InSiDe
My FaCe SuRe DoEs ShOw It
FrOm YeArS oF aNgUish My
SoUL aLwAyS hAs To HiDe
My SoUL sO hIdDeN bY
tHe ScArS iN mY hEaRt
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This is something I could hear my grandfather telling us from all the way up in Heaven. My grandfather passed away last September from cancer, and it killed me inside. I cried, and cried, and cried some more. I still cry. All someone has to say is grampa and I cry. I miss him. So much. But I recently knew what he was trying to tell me on the last day I got with him. I get it now.. here's his ...1 Recommendation4 Comments
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A piece of me longs for you.... aches for your very touch...
A touch so wrong, so powerful,and so passionate its evil....
It defies everything I have ever believed in and everything I have ever striven for.
My desire for you is beyond my control, I am not strong enough to fight it alone and weak enough to still entertain the fantasy. I carry hope that this will end, that this will be a desirous thin...2 Recommendations
