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  • Chelsea
  • July 5, 2018

I lost my best friend on 9/11/2010. She and I met while attending university together. I miss her every day. She was a true friend. As time goes by, I miss her more.

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  • Avril Goodall
  • July 4, 2018

I lost my wonderful Dad, Harry, just before Christmas 2016 aged 96 years. I am the only child, and he lived right across the road from me, in the house I lived in with him from the age of 5. The only person that I loved and trusted and the mourning is still ongoing!

I am so glad to have found this forum, it's good to know that I have found people who have ''been there"

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  • Inas
  • July 4, 2018

You have a best friend and so do I. I can't do anything without her. I love her more than myself, but she loves my enemy and hangs out with him. When I told her not to hang out with him, she started hating me. And I really need her now. Please tell me what I should do.

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  • Isaac Dura
  • July 4, 2018

Reading your poem gave me relief. My lovely aunt passed away from a battle against MS. The pain collapses any words I could write here. I am sure she is better now and free from her painful body. Rest in peace, Dolores.

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  • Jaeger
  • July 4, 2018

I love the intimacy between the poet and these "hindrances." The relationship between nature, insomnia and anxiety around the poet at first is inviting, and calming. It isn't until daylight, when you're most exposed, that they reveal their true intentions of horror.

When first reading this, I was really taken aback by these elements. It really goes to show the oddity that is living with yourself. Anxiety has been a big part of my life, not being able to fully communicate with others or express myself the way I wanted to.

I hope that you keep creating more! Thank you for sharing this.

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  • Mahi
  • July 4, 2018

Wow! A great poem and a great writer! I was looking for a poem for elocution competition, and this poem is perfect! Maya, you are the best writer!

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  • Antonio Reyna
  • July 4, 2018

This reminds me of the good and the bad I put my mom through, and she showed much love and respect and always kept her heart open, even while I was at my worst. Keep up the good work to the person who wrote it from their heart.

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  • Brandi Joe Powers
  • July 4, 2018

I feel your pain. I just got divorced from my husband on May 15, 2018. Then on June 29, I got the call I never wanted to get. I was told the love of my life and the father of my 6-year-old daughter had just taken his own life. My world was never going to be the same. It has been only 4 days, and the pain is still painful. We got divorced because we just couldn't be married anymore, but I will always be in love with this man. I will always remember the memories we shared for 8 years and the wonderful times we had. I cry and cry when I listen to the songs I used to sing to him or the laughs we had. Our beautiful little girl will never see her daddy again, but I will definitely tell her how he was and the wonderful man he was and what he did for us. I am so broken-hearted and mad at the same time. I will never see him again, and my baby girl will never see the great person he was. I will keep his memory alive for her. I show her pictures and the happiness he had for her. My grief is a hard one.

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  • Elijah Achiek Panchol
  • July 3, 2018

I am deeply touched by this poem. I am South Sudanese (23 years old) and living as a refugee in Egypt. My experience with war is that I was born in a worn-torn country. It left deep wounds of hatred in my heart as I always wish I could get revenge for all the wrong that has been committed toward me and my people. My heart is always filled with thoughts of hatred for my enemies, but recently I realized that I have no enemies although there are politically fabricated enemies. When I look at how my people are suffering, I just feel tears dripping down my cheeks. I have witnessed many consequences that come along with war since it creates lawlessness. I've seen people being killed and women raped, but I couldn't do anything since I was a child. How I wish I could save those helpless women. I have witnessed children starving to death and being malnourished. I was a victim too. How I wish I could save those kids in the war zone. My heart is filled with sorrow.

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  • Enily
  • July 3, 2018

I understand your pain. I'm also 26, and my mom passed away April 15th from lung cancer at age 58. I miss my mom so much. I wish I could have another conversation with her, hear her laugh, and tell me she loves me. It's hard to find people who understand. None of my friends have lost their mother. I feel so alone. I just wish she would call me and tell me everything is going to be okay.

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