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If I was a swearing man many swears would be posted by now. Count your many blessings that I'm not....well not so much.

Forgetting

I try so hard to forget the things so close to me.
Does it work? No.

I cry to myself when all alone because of the pain,
the pain so sharp, so hurtful, so not wanted.

I want to feel fine again,
I don't know if it will happen soon.

Work makes my mind clear
8 hours isn't long enough.

I'm sick of telling people that I'm fine
when my world is really upside down.

Why can't September come any sooner,
for then I'll be gone from it all.

I'm confused and not sure where to go,
all I can ask for is a hug.