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What happened to the sunny summer days?
What happened to dirty feet and grass stains?
What happened to the monsters under our beds?
What made them decide to make homes in our heads?
What happened to the easy, willful bliss?
What happened to cause the awkward years to be missed?
What happened to all the laughter and smiles?
What brought on times that make me cry for a while?
When will the sunshine cut through the dark?
Why must this life leave nasty scars on my heart?
What happened to dirty feet and grass stains?
What happened to the monsters under our beds?
What made them decide to make homes in our heads?
What happened to the easy, willful bliss?
What happened to cause the awkward years to be missed?
What happened to all the laughter and smiles?
What brought on times that make me cry for a while?
When will the sunshine cut through the dark?
Why must this life leave nasty scars on my heart?
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Child
How come it always has to be black and white.
How come it always has the same meaning.
Always falling through the cracks in the light.
The floor boards always creaking.
Believe my words when I say this story.
The story of a young girl hidden away.
In the silent night her dreams she carries.
Make sure to listen today.
There's not much time now.
So I lay this upon your brow.
Take it slow my child.
Don't hide behind the past.
My child afraid of dark restyled.
My child afraid of lights last.
She fell through the cracks of life.
She just kept falling and falling.
She thought the only way was the knife.
She just kept on digging and digging.
I sa
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Unborn Closeness
To my Unborn Child,
I will always love you as sure as sunrise. Even when my hormones drop back to livable conditions will my thoughts be filled with the closest of hugs we share, will my eyes tear up at the thought of you not connected to me. You should know all this, because the only way I can see my life is in the light of you, and this moment.
In the next few hours, something terrible is going to happen. I am going to let you go. And you, my dear sweet you, shall never be a rosy cheeked, giddy child, but instead my little angel. Your first shoes, I bought you, will be sold to Goodwill, never worn. And throughout all this there won’
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Depression Awareness
Because apparently this week has been Depression Awareness week, I thought I would share something.
Everyone who knows me knows that I love to share anecdotal stories about life. Not just my life, but stories I in which I may have played a small role or even only witnessed. They can be funny or serious, casual observations or emotionally charged. There are literally millions of stories which make up all of our lives. I just happen to enjoy sharing some of the ones that make up mine.
A number of years ago, I sliced my wrist open on a piece of broken Pyrex at work. Yes, it was an accident. I spent over six hours at the hospital, had plas
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