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    dots Submission Name: Battle of Willdots

    Author: metallichick786
    ASL Info:    32/F/Cali
    Elite Ratio:    2.79 - 78/85/52
    Words: 247
    Class/Type: Story/Depressed
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    dotsBattle of Willdots

    Time holds no meaning in this place
    I am here alone as destiny provides me with the solace I need to complete this task
    I look into the mirror one last time
    my eyes are vacant, empty
    I don't even recognize myself anymore
    I am estranged to my own
    My heart feels frozen and shattered
    Every time it beats I can feel its pain deep within me
    This is a sickness, a darkness that I bear no cure for
    Too much pain, too many memories too much resentment all interwoven

    I suppose I sound bleak, pitiful and weak
    That is because I am, I have simply lost all hope
    There's no fundamental reason as to why
    There's no one thing that has put me here
    But rather a series of events that had just lead me to this hole of worthlessness and self condemnation
    Hate doesn't describe what I feel within myself
    Rather and unrequited calamity that cradles me
    mercilessly. Is this how I go? Without reason or purpose? Why am I so unable to let my walls down and ask someone for help?
    I can't even fathom opening up and communicating to anyone. It's funny how we can walk around the world seeing, hearing even speaking with people, but feeling so alone because we have no connection deeply to anything or anyone. I long for anything, anyone to reach out to me in this place I am at.

    Submitted on 2011-03-24 10:15:26     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Depression is such a consuming condition, and it is difficult to recognize it as a thing that will pass; when it comes, it is as if it will be a permanent condition. I felt it the worst in my life after the divorce from my first wife; I was so depressed I could scarcely breathe, and it didn't go away; just lingered day after day. I could only see darkness and felt terrible all of the time. But, it did pass, although it took over a year!

    It helps to know that there are those that notice how we feel, and care, even if it doesn't make the depression go away. Here's a caring thought and hug from far away to let you that someone notices and cares.
    | Posted on 2011-04-24 00:00:00 | by Ron Cole | [ Reply to This ]

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