depression poetry Community Group
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One day in August many years ago, the strings to our hearts were woven together
in a magical and sacred way.
They remained tied together though they were taken on a journey fraught with challenging
demons serpents and deep wounds.
But still, they stayed tied together.
They were torn apart and like a wound that leaves a scar
they cannot heal. They are broken. Ripped, callously slashed.
The heart lay bleeding, and wounded still
The beautiful and magical string is gone forever.
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After work, I am taking a defensive driver course today. It is online and only cost $10 and it may save me as much as $300 on my car insurance. I got the information from my car insurance company. Little known fact about me is that I drive with two feet.
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Good day to all.So let me explain why we're discussing this today. The problem is, if your system gets too many (as in produces too many) it's a non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma (NHL) called Waldenstrom's Macroglobulinemia, and my husband was diagnosed in early 2018.Every monocloncal antibody or protein in your blood is essentially a blank, a slug, as they call coins that have been minted but not...
because "a light always shines on in the darkness and the darkness shall never overcome it.