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Am I worthy?
I just start writing on here and see what comes out. I don't really have anything in my head to write right now. Well, maybe a few things. My grams husband is going in the hospital on Friday to have some kind of procedure done. Something involving his prostate. He......Read More

Posted on: 2008-06-04 20:02:56 | Rating:

| Views: 92 | Comments: 4 | Tags: health menapause men

Good news?
Well I found out yesterday that I have an underactive thyroid. I am not going through the change after all. I see the Dr. next tuesday and I guesss he will explain what all this means then. Supposedly it can be causeing all my symptoms. Bill (my grandmas husband) had his......Read More

Posted on: 2008-06-06 16:16:49 | Rating:

| Views: 54 | Comments: 1 | Tags: grams death doctors

Things are not as expected
Well I started thinking that all my symptoms pointed to 'the chg' but I was wrong and so was just about everyone I came in contact with. What is actually wrong with me is that I have an underactive thyroid. Apparently that is causing all my symptoms. Sometimes I just......Read More

Posted on: 2008-06-11 16:20:12 | Rating:

| Views: 64 | Comments: 3 | Tags: parent thyroid sickness

Black Roses
Lost little girl Afraid of the world So she ignors it. It doesn't exist. People are there Buy why pay attention. Why risk getting burned. Love... What is the meaning? Who put this terrible Fate upon us? So tired of this Cyclone of injustice, Prejudice, Unholiness.......Read More

Posted on: 2008-06-24 15:51:43 | Rating:

| Views: 57 | Comments: 5 | Tags: poetry fear self expression

Everyone's Girl
Pain is all she feels. She cries out. Those who here keep Their fingers crossed. This female needs. It's not a joke. She craves. She bleeds. Who is there to listen? To wipe away the tears. To tell her not to fall. Hold on. Death is not ready. She cries out again.......Read More

Posted on: 2008-06-26 13:22:19 | Rating:

| Views: 87 | Comments: 6 | Tags: poem suicide help.

Death
I dream of death. It hangs stale Above my pillows. It dances inside My head. People surround me. They are close to death. Am I death's muse. I interpret the signs, The sounds, The with pastey faces. I am death come To haunt the living, Called to take charge Of......Read More