Depression
A hero since the start of life
Who can get out all this strife
Save me from myself, this knife
It is dark as a winter night
Like thunder clapping with such might
I am its wings, my life tonight
Depression
A hero since the start of life
Who can get out all this strife
Save me from myself, this knife
It is dark as a winter night
Like thunder clapping with such might
I am its wings, my life tonight
hannahxP commented on Depression
12-26-2010
nuclearsunshine commented on Depression
12-13-2010
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12-13-2010
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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