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DESPERATION Life is filled with doubt and desperation; days when I feel I am drowning in tears, with no desire to move on with my life, clinging to hope and still facing my fears. There was a time when I was a devoted wife, dwelling in a dream world of my own making; until my life with him became a constant duel and it seemed that my heart was breaking. Drenched in self-pity, unwilling to forgive him, with the bruises still fresh on my face; battered and worn, in silent desperation I walk away from my life of disgrace. Countrymom 7/25/06
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