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by Melissa Oct 11, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
And when the tears no longer fall, each moment suspended in time and space, each tear a glance back at the past, floating to be ridiculed, each one a chance to learn, a chance to be scrutinized, placed upon display, like the slave at the auction block, lowest bidder gets the slave, highest take the soul, the devil rides away full, i'm left empty...
by robin milford
I can relate with this poem