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    sherrie
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    deserted and alone 
    by choice, by action, by deed 
    i found myself addicted 
    i felt safe in my need 

    alone and afraid 
    of memories, of people, of place 
    i found myself this comfort 
    where i could hide my disgrace 

    afraid and angry 
    at me, at you, at them 
    why can’t i find the peace i crave 
    i’m hurting all over again

    This is my poem. I first penned it on another website. Depression understood on Dec 17 2011. I hope my re-posting it here is within the site rules. I still feel these things today. 

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