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Some kind of crazy
I’m standing so close to the edge,
Waiting – just waiting.
On what I don’t know,
But here I stand in the freezing cold chill,
The new day has brought.
Those few moments when the sun just hasn’t quite warmed the air,
I can’t decide on what I want to do,
I can’t decide anything.
About all I know for sure is that I can’t do this anymore.
Too much pain sears through not only my body but also my mind,
Physical pain increasing yet my will to live is ever decreasing
And the mental pain…
I think it’s the worst.
As the black dog combs through every recess of my mind,
Hunting through the still burning embers of my brain,
Reviving every little insecurity, I’ve ever had
Turning me into some kind of crazy,
By Susan Logan. All rights reserved ©2018, 202
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Some kind of crazy
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