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This story came to me in a message over the internet. The man claimed to need an anonymous way to get the word out about this disappearance. He told the story to me in its entirety and then offered to release to me all rights if I would publish it under my name, title it “This is a true story!”,...

You meant more to meThan the ones before.Tell me why.You were no better than them,But I loved you more.Tell me why.I die day by day.Tell me why.I don’t mindThat you’re now away.Tell me why.I almost want to love to hateThat you’ve been gone for forever,And an eternity longer, I will have to wait.Tell me why.

This is all like some movie,Except nobody I know ever gets rich.They just deal with a lot of shit.All the liars, thieves, and hypocritesTake everything away,Or at least, most of it.

She's miss perfectPerfect for me in every wayBut I'm so concernedThat I no longer hear her sayShe wants me anymoreAnd I don't know what forI'm afraid

I'm just stayin aliveI don't really know whyI can't take this shitIt never fuckin endsThe same ol' day to dayWhy do I haveTo live this wayI think I'm made to payFor everyone else's mistakesPlace the blame on themOr at leastLet me pay with my lifeFuck, I wanna die

I...Don't want to hurt youBut I...Don't know how much I can careAll I doIs seem to curse youAnd I...Don't know if that's being fair

I'll keep hangin onI won't let myselfBe a victim anymoreI don't careIf you forgive meYou can cause me painAt most, my blood will stainAnd scab, and it will healYou can't kill me!

In the place of our love,You filled in with hurt,Colored unimaginable ,Unfulfilled first,And I wasn't enough,And I knew that so muchI tried so hard to make it all workBut you went away worrying and wasted,Wasting my timeWith all those lies,You always despised, delicate, forgetting the worth

'Dirty Pure' is an illustrated poetic memoir. Strangely compelling, the overly loquacious stream of neurosis takes the reader on a boat ride to crazy town where one is confronted by anxious ultra-analysed, near-issues that border on full blown psychosis before being blindsided somehow by the bizarrely...

When you smile that smile,I nearly lose my mind.I can’t take the eyes off of youThat never thought they’d findSomeone that looks the way you do,Whose lips seem like they’reSweet to consume.If there is still roomIn the heart left behind,What’s not torn up inside,Nobody would ever love youThe way I’d love you my whole life through.

I’ve already forgotten what it’s like to everHave something more than just this pain.I’m ready to be forgottenAnd to know that I don’t have to remainIn this, all of this, all of it, all that I canNo longer know how to endure.I don’t grow stronger. I just look in me for a cureTo this sickness,...

This text is an attempt to stimulate and support therapists' efforts to take care of themselves, to understand and maintain commitment. Such reflection, it argues helps therapists to be active and receptive.

The pain I've felt so longCould never have beenWithout reasonEvery bit of it could never be wrongBecause it's taught me whatTo really say and how to mean itYou're so good I can't believe my eyesI can't understand how you came to beYou've made me thankful for all the liesI...

The touch that makes me weakSoft skin on cheekEverything wonderfulWhen you're in my armsSo breathlessI have to fight to speakI love everything that you are