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Giving up People may give up many things in their life time, personally, I also have given up sometime in my life, but not purposely; due to the given situation and quality of a person, give up maybe seem to be the way out. I have experienced a sour marriage, to the point that I am so depress that I decided to give up my career in the military, without encouragement, proper motivation, and other support elements people tend to give up in their life. A divorce, separation or death of a loved one, such of a big discouragement may cause dramatic impact on a person; therefore, people would give up on their life, out of depression and desperation. |
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3/8/2006 3:34 pm |
I wrote this poem when I dound out that my ex-fiance' was having an affair with a friend I knew for 15 years. She used an anestetic drug called Rohypnol to knock me out and steal my money so as they could have sex together and steal my money and give it to him. I moved all the way across the world to be with her. I was just an ATM machine and my friend was the one she really loved. I had a relationship with her for 3 years. When I found out what was going on, they tried to murder me to cover up their crimes. I figured expressing my feelings was better than committing them! It could always be worse, I am glad you are able to express you feelings before you take a permanent solution to a temperary problem. You might also want to read my blog on: Why We Suffer Dr. M. SUICIDE (66 Views) Author ThomasPhD, 42 M View my blog (53 Articles, Score 6.4 ) My lover is the enemy, and at once, my greatest friend. But she did many times betrayed me with my dear and bestest friend. They also planned to kill me, but their plan did not succeed. Don't worry I will help you to my girl and bestest friend, I'll plan my death myself, and put this to an end. You can put your plots and plans, back up onto the shelf, because I'll do the job for you, and I'll do the job myself. My struggles have been long and hard, at times, a frantic flight From the dangers in the darkness, seeking for the light. How does it remain so hard to reach the point of knowing? How can this stagnation end, and my soul rekindle growing? I know that I am weary, for I feel my loss of light. That lets the shadows strengthen in my ever ebon night. The power of my soul to climb above such mortal care. Is fading, taking with it the life within my air. So, I breathe deep, with passion, savoring the power that does remain, while I await Death's appointed hour. Now comes the dagger, sharp and sleek, quickly from the mist, And I, from sheer frustration, raise an angry fist. As onward flies the dagger, toward my heart of stone, I know my final words will fall in silence, all alone. And I feel peace, and freedom, as the blade doth come to rest. Without pain, I shudder, as I will spend my final breath. Too late, I see that God has dwelt inside me, Too late, in sin I've launched the blade, designed to tear me apart. Now that it rests inside me, I've broken God's own heart.
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