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[aid] => mick
[title] => Nahkhi Nights
[time] => 2018-06-17 06:22:06
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => on the verge of collapse
my cognitive abilities start to fade
an unease settles on my being
seems I can never escape
with emotive conceptions frayed
there is no progress to be made
words got in real deep
and their meaning was all wrong
got myself off balance
as my reaction was to strong
now I am night prowling
Insomanina is the mode
as I eject my eyes into a bowl
I should not care any more
I know better
but the anxiety is intense
and
what people think of me
is none of my buisness
but when I am on the verge of the fade
all I can feel is the stress
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[topic] => 60
[informant] => unknown_utopia
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 0
[ratings] => 0
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => insomniac
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