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Real Lows And Artificial Highs

There reaches that point
                 When you reach for the pills.

The things that you won't
                 The world thinks that you will.

The waiting for freedom
                 Is not soon enough.

The paying for wisdom
                 Is costing too much.

                             And there's nothing left.


love's tempestvaginismusdepression

◄ War Of The Sexes

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Thu 6th May 2021 23:30

Thank you John for commenting ?

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John Coopey

Thu 6th May 2021 20:20

Moving observation on desperation, Aviva.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Thu 6th May 2021 17:47

Thank you Ghazala and Nigel for commenting ?

Thanks also to everyone who clicked 'Like' for this poem ?

By the way, this poem was untitled until today...
I had to spend a while thinking about it...
But I'm really happy with the title that it now has.

(And now, THIS poem ^, has also got a title)

'This poem was untitled until today'

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Nigel Astell

Thu 6th May 2021 14:43

Friends who have
reached those lows
can pull you free
if you let them.

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Ghazala lari

Thu 6th May 2021 11:58

Nothing but plain truth.?

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