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I looke at his picture
My eyes begin to water
He was my friend, my brother
I loved him like I loved my mother
No one will ever know
He was my life, he was my friend
Now he is gone
Never to return.
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A powerful, poetic journey back from the brink - literally! The poetry in this book is a direct result of the creative processes started by entering therapy for depression.The poetry speaks for itself and allows others to relate to the content in their own ways.
