Posted by Susan47 on March 8, 2006, at 12:16:16
In reply to (((Susan))), posted by Tanzanite on March 8, 2006, at 12:10:34
I am not a wonderful person.
Hollowed, betrayed, scooped out.
I lost my soul under the anaesthetic
It took my soul, my memory, my mind, everything,
everthing is going, it's gone, it's left
There is nothing, no one who can make anything
better, or different, for me.
I am left with myself.
Small comfort.
poster:Susan47
thread:617469
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