Redux
Originally posted on May 8, 2018, on I Write Her.
you stopped reaching in to lift me up from my self-loathing
the focus and attention left the us we created together
i live an aftermath of trying to escape my personal hell
but how can i when i’m already gone
I Write Her 
I’ve been there. Hits you in the gut.
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((hugs))
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This one feels heavy… Wonderful use of words!
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I can attest to that. Thankfully, it is from the past. Appreciate it, Val!
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Whoa! Good one, Susi!
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❤ Thank you, Eugenia! 🙂
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Most welcome, Susi!❤️
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Such a evocative poem Susi
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Would that it was the same for the person experiencing that struggle. Maybe depression wouldn’t have a chance to exist?
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Yes, perhaps
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