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[bodytext] => No one understands The extent of this suffering That between gritted teeth I face every day With an inner self which is bluffing And shouts at me to let it away I smother it like you would a fire That’s destroying all that’s left As my soul searches for answers But there is nothing I can say Theses daemons that never existed Have come to take it away And the inner peace I once dreamed of Is now a dead body in decay. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 234 [topic] => 32 [informant] => pep [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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