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While driving on the highway yesterday to work, I saw a man who had committed suicide and was hanging by a rope from the bridge above me on the highway. To God be the glory for covering my mind. But I just lift up EVERY individual right now who may see my post, read it, skim it, etc. that may be thinking about suicide.
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I lay here afraid to close my eyes....afraid to dream....timid to think....and fearful of the present....so I lay still....frozen....eyes wide open....tears abound flowing like streams of Everglades rushing down my face to my neck as they erupt unto my pillow....then disappear as if they never existed....what will my next invasion be like....my heart pounding outside of my chest....pulse not regulated....soft angelic music surrounds the atmosphere of this climate trying to capture a midst of understanding....off in a distance my body grows weary and begins to rest as it finds its solitude of what we may call hibernation....so the journey must end for now so it may meet me again at this place & time tomorrow....
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AuthorAngela Parks is a published author with a passion for writing. She is inspired by all things inspiring, empowering, creative, and life-changing. Archives
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