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[title] => It's not me it's the rest of the World!
[time] => 2013-11-09 02:56:16
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[bodytext] => I have been looking in the bins for a fountain of promised joy While tripping over nuggets of happiness. I have been searching for The answers to this world when all I need is within me. I have been Scanning for a permanent connection when the light of realisation is There in front of me, telling me that we are all already connected. I am my own turmoil, I am my own confusion and yet my fingers point To you! You cannot provide my every need for happiness nor bring me food for My Soul but each and every footprint I leave on my journey tells me of My discovery of where I have been to find what I need. I have been looking in a box of perfection to find that the world embraces Imperfection. I have been sitting in the seat of judgement an uncomfortable hard place To sit when I could have been comfortable with acceptance. I have been wrestling with change and trying to hold back the ever moving Pages of History, the words have moved on and I am left with a blank page. How can I find the keys? I look in all the familiar places but life has changed The locks and my circles have worn a hole in the carpet! What need have I of enemies when I am my worst! My default is sticking band aid on your wounds that have healed while mine Haemorrhage with neglect. Healing comes in a sentence where I replace the word, ‘You,’ for, ‘ I.’ For the change begins with me. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 72 [informant] => northernlights [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => self-harmpoetry )
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