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[sid] => 176916
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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Grip
[time] => 2013-09-27 10:37:51
[hometext] => A gentle way to describe the extreme pain and pulling caused by addiction. My first submission.
[bodytext] => I lay silent, Still to the world. Eyes closed—mouth shut, My position is slightly curled. Free from constraints, My unconscious mind wanders. Then it happens again, I’m startled by a clutter. A habit of this becomes my nights, There really is no end in sight. For I’ve been startled, Three weeks in a row. The end will soon come, I surely must know. But I’ll worry it later, Now I must return to bed. Time to mute the screams, That are inside of my head. I’ll be back again later, Maybe a quarter at best. But if I keep it up long enough, I may finally get some rest. -end- [comments] => 1 [counter] => 110 [topic] => 66 [informant] => skuuvis [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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