A dream forever washed away, carried away like sand out to sea.
Days once brightly filled with sunshine and dreams are now filled with nothing but a gray, dewy haze.
I now suffer a pain too great for the human ear, so I alone must face this pain I bear.
I turn to you to save me from myself, to save me from the depths of despair.
I bare my soul to you as you promise to give no suffering greater than one can bear.
I beg of you, "Just how much is one to take as they stand alone in this world?"
I do not wish to despair for I know there is a better way, so beg of you some more, I shall.
By Stacia Osiecki
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