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  • Prerani Shetty
  • September 10, 2018

I really love this site. I have become very inspired by this. I want to read more poems about all the relationships and a lot more things on earth. Thank you.

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  • Alexis Flores
  • September 9, 2018

I had an abortion on Wednesday at nine weeks and four days. This was one of the hardest decisions I've had to make, and I just want my baby to know that I truly had love for it and I wish that things could've had a different outcome. I hope you can forgive me one day, baby.

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  • Raquel Sigafoos
  • September 9, 2018

My husband has been battling a meth addiction for 3 years. It has completely ruined him, us, and our family. I don't know what else to do. I try and be strong and walk away, but after a few days of missing him I always go back. I chased this man for 11 years. He has always been the love of my life, I just wish I knew how to save him.

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  • Robin McClain
  • September 9, 2018

December 31, 2017, I was in jail and was woken up by the guards telling me that I need to call home now. So I got on the phone and called my mom. My first thought was that something happened to my kids. When my mom answered, I asked her what happen to my boys. She said nothing and that she was fine also. She told me that it was my sister and that she was in the hospital. I asked what happened. That is the moment my life changed forever and I died mentally and emotionally. My sister was a recovering heroin addict, but she had relapsed on New Year's Eve, and she end up overdosing. She was on life support. I asked my mom to please put me on speaker phone so I could talk to my sister. I told my sister that I loved her and that I was sorry I couldn't be there. I told her that it was okay and that it was okay for her to let go that she wasn't in pain or suffering. My sister was declared dead at 11:02 am January 2, 2018. R.I.P., Sister. I love you!

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  • Abimbola T. Alabi
  • September 9, 2018

Woah! This is a funny poem and I can relate to it. I've misplaced my glasses too, more times than I care to remember and when I eventually find them, I'd be like "Would you believe this?". It's often right under my nose! Amuses me a great deal. I do joke at home that if only my glasses had a line so I can just ring when it's missing, then get it wherever it is.

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  • Georgia Greco-Georgantis
  • September 9, 2018

I lost my 27-year-old son that day as well. I have been praying every night for that to be my last night on earth. I feel your pain. It's like never being able to take a breath.

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  • Daren Knight
  • September 8, 2018

My beautiful son died 2 days ago. For the past 48 hours I have been trying to stave off the feeling of guilt because I knew that I wasn't grieving in the way that I imagined I should or in the way that I can see everyone else grieving. I'm obviously not "happy" per se, but my overriding emotion is that I feel love, compassion, and "happiness" for my son being at perfect peace now - I seem to be incapable of feeling the darkness of sadness. After being sent this poem by a complete stranger, I have read it for the first time tonight, whilst alone. I feel nothing but gratitude because this poem has EXACTLY verbalized how I feel. I now know that I refuse to accept guilt for feeling like this, because what I feel is the truth. Thank you.

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  • Seiji Fukshima
  • September 8, 2018

As we grew older, through her eyes we learn what wisdom is all about. She herself had attained wisdom and became knowledgeable enough to deter her undisciplined children back on the road to righteousness. Somewhere and somehow I heard these precious words, "I will never leave you or forsake you." Now that she has gone to paradise, I can still feel the presence of her peering eyes.

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  • Monique
  • September 8, 2018

All I can say about this poem is "me." Thank you for sharing your story. Felt every word of it. I believe in doing the exact thing. Go help someone that's tormenting themselves. People who are in agony behind their own perception of themselves. I say/said to myself, "Don't need outsider people breaking me down or speaking negatively about me. I do a splendid job of that all on my own" That's sad and pretty scary. Be a blessing to someone who needs that support and encouragement. It shifts your focus off of your sic -minded self and draws near to the ones who could need simply a friend of empowerment and encouragement. We ALL need that. Period.

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  • Suhaani
  • September 8, 2018

It's a very nice poem. It expresses a person's life without parents, and the story has been very beautifully composed into a short and sweet poem!

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