the a moment and i am graved .. how is it that i try and help only to be toiled and tooled as a fool .. i help and when i need help i am shunned and betrayed by those who i have grown to depend on.. i'm happy for you .. i have bad days.. but alas it must mean i am mad .. well i'm not .. i feel as a failure does ..that i devote me myself and i to a
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The knives are dull, but still you bleed. Not from cutting knives, but from cutting, piercing words and actions of those you called friends. Wounds of the heart bleed more than wounds of the flesh and take much longer to heal.
If you can't look to those around you for support, look to something else. There is always something, or someone, there for you.
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