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[aid] => mick
[title] => I remember everything
[time] => 2013-03-28 20:13:04
[hometext] => just how i feel today about life n my addiction, been sober for a bit but ***** creeps up on me.
[bodytext] => i wish i was a blank face in a crowd of people no one would notice me, no one would stare its not that i really care i just wanna get out of here, the world is messed up n only a few can see i dont know if id call this poetry jus words from my heart on this paper it bleeds only a few understand that needle ran deep in my viens that beautiful sting i wish i cud earase it away but i remember every ***** thing n now its catchin up with me the memories of it all consume me daily not many people will ever know my pain iv tried to make it go away but i feel it everday its imprinted in my brain like a loving couples wedding ring i wish i could go away to a place where theres no pain or rain no hate or fayt jus a place where i can lay in the sun n forget about everything maybe death is the only way out of this only some know but its too late to ask if they dont have to feel anymore? if they dont have to cry? or if there empty inside and weightless? i wonder if they have inner peace iv tried to find it numerous times since i was thirteen when i was a lost boy a vitcim of tradegy n some can live with it but i havnt found any way to deal with it a twenty year old man im lost in my ways not comfortable in my own skin feels like time is wearing thin dont know how long ill live dont know if the lord will forgive me for my sins [comments] => 1 [counter] => 468 [topic] => 66 [informant] => kylebaz [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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