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How much love is enough      before enough is to much? How many memories are enough     before enough makes you choke Up with misery, sorrow and pain?     How many scratches, bruises Slashes and jagged ends      are needed to kill from inside out? All of those selfish tears      and screwed motives are from nothing but uncertainty. Who once was called a decent man,     lover and friend Can do nothing more than lie, hate and steal-     only from the chest of one whom loves the heaviest. So how many stanzas, phrases, tears and gazes     does it take for you to see clear? How many minutes, hours,      days, months or years? They say that the first is always the toughest,      I say the first is lethal. No order, no rhyme, no scheme.     your nothing more than a myth to me...

Sometimes the mind is hard to understand. One minute I'm happy, the next I'm sad, then I end out being the worst kind of angry. I would like to believe that I'm 100% crazy, bipolar, depressed or all of those. It just doesn't make sense. I can walk around all day like I don't have a single care in the world; a big front, faking like everything's okay. But that's the problem- everything isn't okay. I do thank God for another day, another breathe, but life and its random assortment of unfortunate events has made me bitter. More bitter than diction could ever explain. Of course I could walk around all day and tell ever person in the forest about my problems just as therapists suggests, but what's plan B? My mind is a big hemp of mushy feelings, emotions, thoughts, advice, wisdom, religion, politics, events, the past, the present and the future. So can I get some help? It's sad to say that I will not and shall not be satisfied until my selfish ...